The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-16

uOIu nature DEOh0 lOOS6s she SCOWl0Q
and screamed and yelled imprecations
against everybody. She grabbed the
bouquet of jack roses from the table,
tore and pulled them apart, ripping
her hands with the thorns.
The nurse was powerless to stop
the wild outbreak.
The Sister came in and spoke gentle
words:
Quiet, quiet dear. You'll feel better
presently"
Don't talk to me! Who are your
Il am the Sister in charge"
"A Catholic Sister,"
Eyes,
Il hate Catholics. Go away. Get
out. Your face haunts me-
The Sister continued:
Have you any religion, dear?"
None of your business. Go away
from me-"
You are very sick patient, dear
child. The surgeon and nurses are
doing what they can, but you ought to
have some religious consolation. What
religion was your father?"
"A Catholic once, but what's that to
you? He has no religion now, he
hasn't any time for it. I'm too busy,
get out. Nurse, give me drink"
What VISA your mothers religion?"
said the Sister.
"A Baptist" was the reply.
The little Sister, sad and disap-
pointed went out to the front Office,
called up the Rev. Mr.. Black, who ar
rived shortly. The Sister explained
the case and the minister with a
psalm book and Bible under his arm,
entered the room.
The invalid saw him.
who are you? Can't they leave me
alone?"
Il am Rev. Mr.. Black. heard you
were ill and came to offer some con-
ISOLATION"
"A minister? Beat it. I don't want
YOU"
He presented her the Bible.
Whats this?" she asked
"The word of God, dear child. You'll
/ find consolation in reading it."
ooh d-n the Bible" she cried and
threw it acros the room, adding: Il
don't want the Bible. l want to get
up, to get out of here"
God will get you out in time, my
child" continued the minister.
ooh rot; there isn't any God" she
argued. There isn't any Cod. Go
away!'
The minister gave up trying, took
up his Bible and left without a word.
"The old FOOL" she mumbled as he
went out.
The nurse tried to reason with her,
but it was, only sending her tempera-
ture bounding. Wisely she refrained
from further words. The patient toss.
ed and moaned and grumbled con-
stantly, refusing all nourishment,
gradually exhausting herself. For the
whole day she remained sullen and
ugly, crying out constantly against her
ill luck.
In the evening, just at dusk, Doctor
Herrick in passing through the ward,
ran into Father Malloy, the little Cath
olic chaplain.
Good evening, Father"
"Hello, Doctor Herrick. What's the
matter? I never saw you looking so
broken up"
ooh I'm discouraged. We have an
obstinate society beauty in Ward H,
paralyzed from an accident, and we
can't reason with her. She's about as
near like cultured animal as any l
J ever met. Will you see herr"
"Why yes, I'll see her. Is she a
Catholic?"
"She is nothing, modern Pagan"
Can l do anything for her? Will
she see me?"
"She won't see you if we ask her.
Today she threw the minister's Bible
out and he followed soon after"
80? Guess I won't do there. How
ever let us go in
Both entered. She was wide awake,
| despite the injection of morphine.
| Alert and watching the door, the mo-
| ment they entered, she recognized the
Doctor and seeing Father Malloy,
asked:
"Who are you?"
I'm Father Malloy, the Catholic
chaplain, passing through the hospital
on my night rounds. | just called to
see you"
who sent you to see me? | hate
Catholics and priests in particular.
don't want YOU
You're bit excited now, dear
child. You'll feel better shortly.
Wen say little prayer for your re-
lief
Prayer! Why, what good will
prayers do me? / don't believe in
prayer. That's for old fogies.
haven't any time to pray. It's use
less"
my dear child, prayer is of great
use. God always hears us when we
thank Him or ask for favors.''
There isn't any God. Go away,
don't want to talk nonsense"
But
go away from me. Leave me
alone!" she cried petulantly. The
priest took a tiny crucifix from his
pocket and holding it before her
asked:
DO you know what this isl"
She looked and closed her eyes and
screamed:
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