The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-09-11
LOST TREASURE

The dream was over, but Win us
going Susan's life had hung in the
balance Skill, the wonderful skill
which science has attained saved her.
She came back out of the shadowland
to life, but not to its joy; to the habit
of existence without it's hope. Noaone
among her own, save her husband, had
dreamed that Susan could feel SO in
tensely. Her sisters, Mrs. Meade and
Mrs. Carter, were astonished. 1t was
too bad about the child, but, then,
they had kept Susan! For when
Susan turned from them, searching
for that which she had lost, and
nearly-oh, very nearly! finding. it,
only then had they realized what
Susan meant to them all.
CAS- for the baby, she will not miss
it: she has never had it," they said
Susan would have laughed in pure
mockery if she heard these words
But, seated in her low wicker chair
on the sunny porch, a thick shawl
about her and the glory of her gar
den stretching before her eyes, she
heard nothing, said nothing; she lived
her own inner life and kept all Others
shut out from her
John Harrison was heartbroken.
Talk to her, make her talk tC
you,' said Father Perry, of st. Anne's
Father Perry who had offered his
daily Mass for her during that
troubled week in which her life hung
by a single thread. LET her rid her
self of this brooding spirit by putting
words to her thoughts"
They tried hard enough, Father
Perry himself and her husband. But
in the middle of sentence Susan
would pause and her eyelids droop
YEARLY. After that she would say
nothing.
When he could stand it no longer,
John Harrison went to DR.. Phelps.
She's not getting WE'LL" he said
abruptly. "she must get we'll" he
added, with clenched hands.
Well DR.. Phelps looked
thoughtful "I'll see. e
"When?" asked John Harrison.
Today he answered "Tll go out
today"
He kept his word. Reaching the
gate he had grown to know so well
during the past few months, he
opened it quietly. Susan sat up with
sudden interest on her face. He was
pleased, wondering. Then he saw
that she was not aware of his pres
ence-her eyes were fastened on the
cool green beauty stretching before
her. He went up the steps and stood
beside her. Even then she did not
see him.
Mrs. Harrison" he said.
"Oh, DR.. Phelps! Good afternoon /"
She was not surprised in any way. :
Feeling better?"
Ever so much. A little tired, but
that is nothing
He took the empty chair beside her
and picked up her hand, holding a
practiced finger ON her pulse. He
did not speak. At last he puta4her
hand back on her knee, and swung
about, looking down her garden path,
Mrs. Harrison" he said sharply,
what do you see down fhere?" s
She started. A pink flush touched
her cheek. He felt that had aroused
her His eyes met hers.
You must tell me" he said. mo,
don't look away. Listen! There never
was any hope never, unless God
chose to work miracle, and for some
wise purpose of His own He didn't. Z
You mean-my baby?" Her
fingers met suddenly and chung to-
gether
He nodded.
You see, He did work one miracle.
You were able to have it baptized.
That was wonderful thing. Had it
lived-by any possible chance had it
lived-a cripple On earth, an angel in
heaven. Which would you choose, il
the choice vas yours2r