The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-23
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THE CALL OF DANNY'S FIDDLE.

letting her know the sorrow that was
in his own heart; and how at last he
had given up the search in despair
and had come back to Ireland to wan
der UP and down the country, play
ing the old fiddle for livelihood, be-
cause he was afraid to go home with
out Tonne knew it would break the
poor old Woman'S heart. She had let
the little farm, he heard from a neigh
bour's son in Dublin-who never re-
cognized him as one Of Mary Dono-
vans long-lost sons--and was living
in the old home all alone, waiting
patiently for the coming of her sons
And we're going home to her this
very night, Danny said Tom for the
| twentieth time, and his voice faltered
and well-nigh failed him; we're going
home to try and reward her wee
bit for all the trouble she has known,
| by our love and kindness in the days
| to come. have no further interest
| in America; my partner will settle up
my affairs, and there will be more
money in my possession when it is
done than will ever be needed by us.
| Thank God that we have come to-
gether at last, Danny, boy, and that
He has been SO good to a needless
wretch like mel"
| Mary Donovan lighted the big
| Christmas candle and placed it in the
kitchen window, as she had done
every Christmas Eve as long as sh
1 a -
fire with prayer on her lips and in
her heart for all poor Wanderers
prayer to Him Who wandered once
| through the. bleak streets of Bethle-
hem. And the sight of the Christmas
candle burning sent her thoughts back
across the years to Christmastides
long gone by, and, in spite of her, the
loneliness and desolation grew greater
1 in her heart, and tears that she could
not restrain bedimmed her eyes as
she gazed into the glowing heart of
| the fire.
! She saw her good man himself, and
Kitty, and Nora, and Mamie and Joe
God rest them all!-and Tom and
Danny, as she had seen them on many
and many a Christmas Eve-gathered
there by the big, blazing fire, the can
die alight in the window, and she
busy preparing the good things that
were not everyday Injuries in that
humble home All. how silently and
how swiftly God had taken them all
away, leaving the old home desolate.
But blessed be His holy will! He
does all things for our good, and He
knows best! Danny and Tom-her
two fine boys that she was so proud
Iof-where were they? What wind
blew them along the waves of the
world? What strange skies looked
down upon them that blessed night?
o Mary Mother! would God ever send
them back to her again? Would
Sh! what sound was that? Was she
only dreaming again of it, as she had
done SO often before, or was that
someone at the door playing "The
Foggy Dew just as Danny used to
play it long ago? God help her, she
must be dreaming, and still
| Whose voice was that but Toms?
And Dannys? o, God be praised!
Mother, Danny has brought me
back at last. Forgive me, forgive
me, if you can, and we will be happy
lin Glenowen again."
Forgive him! Her loving arms were
about him and about Danny, her bless
ling was being feryently given to both,
and her heart was full of great
lprayer of gratitude to Him Who had
brought back her sons.
And under the starlit skies of
Eirinn, that Christmas Eve, there was
lone more happy home.
/ Brian O,HlQGfns