The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-10-09
ACCORDING 70 ST. PAUL.

Father Mitchell put the letter down
with a mock sigh.
"No rest for the wicked" he muir
INJURED to himself. Then he leaned
back in his chair, placing his hands
together, fingers tip to tip. Nov for
the facts of the case. Patrick Mooney
second baseman- Rather
inc carbohydrates = dissertation
injury to his eye--here for weeks
stay" These skeleton words were
mentally clothed with flesh as they
dropped from his lips.
There that's the whole story But
to IMPRESS the details more deeply on
his mind he took up the closely writ
ten pages and reread them slowly.
He was young priest who had
spent himself too unreservedly in the
vineyard. The rector of the parish
was old; the weeds were running
among the vines, choking some,
stunting other. With loving zeal he
watered here and pruned there;
everywhere strengthening the grasp
Of the tendrils on the arbor of faith.
But the strain soon told; his pastors
warnings fell on unheeding ears; at
length his Bishop sentenced him to
one months enforced vacation at
Elmwood Sanatorium to subdue his
soul and strengthen his body. At the
beginning he enjoyed the free hours
spent in walking about the green and
shaded grounds or in day-dreaming
on the cool veranda; before the third
week had passed, however, the en-
forced idleness palled upon him. His
spirit declared that enough time had
been wasted on the cowardly body
and demanded work His body de-
nounced the spirit as rash and pre-
sumptuous. Before this interior con-
fiict subsidized a letter had come from
an old friend, a pastor in New York,
which promised work for the spirit
with little exertion for the body.
Mooney scowled as he saw Father
Mitchell ascending the steps of the
veranda-that Isl he scowled as best
he could with the heavy bandage
swathed about his head. He jerked
his chair around, staring fixedly at
the fountain on the lawn. True, Fa-
Their Mitchell was entirely unknown
to him, but he was priest and Noon
ey had not been to church for five
months. Soon his eye began to wan.
der from the fountain; ruthlessly he
forced it back. Then he became dim
ly conscious that the priest was look
ing at him. He could feel his gaze
taking in the cut of his clothes, his
hands, his face, the bandage.. Quickly
turning, he met the frank stare from
pair of shrewd but kindly gray
eyes. The owner of the eyes nodded,
though very slightly, in reply.
1T must be very yexing to be out
of the game just now
Mooney was about to repel this adj
vance with an unintelligible grunt
when he noted the rarely sympathetic
smile which accompanied the words.
1T is that" he answered gruffly.
II see that the Quakers lost the
game yesterday because your substi-
tute could not hit in the pinches; at
this time of the season every game
counts
"A batter can't be expected to reg
lister every time up" Then realizing
that his answer had been unduly alb
rupt, Mooney continued. II heard the
score was close, but the doctor won't
let me read.
"Shall !. read it for your Without
waiting for reply, the guest took up
the paper; for the next hour MONEYS
hungry ears enjoyed the endless repe-
titions, summaries and conclusions of
the baseball reporter. The loss of the
game was blamed on the utility sec
ond baseman for striking out with
men on bases and only one run need
ed to tie the score. Among the notes
it was stated that Moneys injury
would keep him out of the game for
week, although it was not SO serious
as at first it was thought to be.
How did it happen?" asked the
priest. did the pitcher cross your"
'sN-well, yes, in a way. / had been
up three times and got two hits; then
in the eighth came up with two on
and Blume tried to beat me back from
the plate by shooting 'em at my head.
watched the first two, but didn't
think he would try it the third time.
The ball came too fast for me to dodge
altogetherI just had time to get my
arm up; the pill glanced OF and
smashed my lamp hit me in the
eye" he explained. Then as if fear.
ing pity, he vent on. 1T don't hurt
much; besides, it's better to be out q
week than altogether. Doc said the
country would help to heal it.
Father Mitchell nodded. THE quiet
and calm will rest your nerves" Then
he rose and dropped good after
noon" before Mooney thought to
thank him for reading the news.
That evening as Mooney was sit,
ting stolidly on the veranda, he heard
q brisk step behind him, then the
priests CHEEKY voice, New York q
Chicago /. ten innings. Batteries
Martin and Faber: Helvey and Street
er. Winning run scored by Davis; he
doubled, was sacrificed by Williams ia
third, brought home the bacon al
they say, on Cenley's long fiy to left
center. Martin was touched for sia
hits. HelYeE for five. That's all that