The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-03-27

Office for a half-hour yet. Sit over
there by the window for the present.
am sure he will be glad to know
your opinion of the system of discip-
line in the Junior department" he
added as he turned back to his desk
and drew his cassock over his knees.
Arnold kept his outward show of in
difference, but he was inwardly agi-
tated. Tell the rector that he did not
approve of Father Ignatius' system of
discipline? Tell the rector he was
not fair? Never! He would be sent
home, no doubt, for the rector would
be angry. Desperately he clinched his
hands on the low window seat as
shouts rose to him from the play
ground below. They were cheering
Joe Miller-he must have made
home run, from the sounds. Below,
all the juniors were playing on the
campus, all but himself-and he in
disgrace and yet to face the rector.
It was all wrong. Father Aloysius
continued opening the pile of mail
that lay on his desk. After covertly
watching Arnold for half an hour, he
sighed again.
His offense was serious. He had
broken one of the rules early in the
day and had been reproved by Father
Ignatius, project of the junior depart
ment. Arnold had so far forgotten
himself as to answer the priest boldly
and disrespectfully. Father Ignatius,
surprised and panied, perceiving that
he was making no Roadway, sent him
to Father Aloysius, project of the
seniors. Arnold had deep respect
and much admiration for Father
Aloysius. He had often envied the
seniors their possession of him and felt
that he was indeed priest who would
understand a fellow" German Or
Irish. Previously he had admired him
from afar; now actual contact reveal
ed firmer nature than that of Father
Ignatius-a man who did not hesitate
to send him to the rector! 1t was
hard to believe.
Father Aloysius turned to the lad
suddenly and held out letter.
''Your MAIL" he said. Father Ig-
natius sent it over.'
Arnold took it with fast-beating
heart; that was good of his project,
anyway-he might have kept it. The
boys heart sank when he read the
familiar writing. A letter very similar
to it in contents was lying on Father
/ Aloysius' desk. 1t was signed by
Mrs. Mitchell and stated that the lady
was coming to st. Martins College on
Thursday afternoon and hoped to hear
a favorable report of her son.
Why, this was Thursday and it was
nearly o'clock. She must be here
even now. Perhaps they would not
let him see her. Perhaps they might
send him home with her. Suddenly
it flashed over him-all that it would
mean to leave st. Martins. How
grieved his dear mother would be
and his hearty, kindly father. He
turned shade whittier and dropped
a few hot tears on the letter, but he
did not look toward the desk.
After a few moments had passed q
knock was heard at the study door
and old Brother John announced that
Mrs. Mitchell was in the parlor and
u wished to see her son.
4 Arnold waited GREATNESS. Father
Aloysius would go down first and tell
her.
!; arnold" said the priest swinging
around in his chair, 'you may go down
and you may go with your mother tC
the guests dining room for some tea.
The boy sprang up with choked
THANK you, Father" and tore like Z
young cyclone out of the room anG
, down the stairway.
When he reached the parlor he hest
tated. He would have to tell her, but
perhaps it wouldn't sound SO bad il
he told it first She would hear il
anyway, so better from him from the
; first. AS he stopped outside the dool
: he heard voices-his mother's-anC
) Father Ignatius'. 1t was all up-he
| would surely tell. Unconsciously he
7 listened:
; Eyes, he is good lad, very gooG
, and pious; he will make a fine man.
DuC, EdIHSIs AS lOA always SOOu
1 know"
ooh, boys will do things-yes-
not bad things. Youth and mischief
you know, but he has temper I an
praying he will learn to control-anC
he tries very hard"
Now it was coming sure
'He has one very good quality; he
is quick to say, I'm sorry When 8
boy will do that, Mrs. Mitchell, he Is
pretty safe.'
And this from the man who couldnt
understand. Arnold did not wait fol
his mothers answer. He wanted tt
see her and, most of all, he wanted
, to see his project. He knocked softly
and entered. He embraced his mother
warmly, and during the greeting the
young priest slipped away.
After they had talked a long time
Mrs. Mitchell said:
i well, son, how's the temper?"
ooh it's bad, mother, lots of times
-and it gets harder and harder tC
say I'm sorry but I do, though.
. had an awful time today" and ther
| he told her.
fI'n go to him, right after studies
: tonight he promised when his mother
kissed him goodby.
It lacked eight minutes to supper
J time when her carriage had rolled
away down the broad road. Arnold