The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-09-04

than those who have heard about
Catholicity all their lives
"The difficulty is to get them to turn
what is it Bridget what!-the baby
has drunk a bottle of paregoric-
mercy! Bridget-run for the DOCTOR
Ted-help me, quick!" And all
thoughts of her brothers affairs few
from Mrs. Gardens head as she
rushed to the nursery where the two
year-old Jack tyrannized over faithful
Bridget, followed more leisurely by
her husband who murnured to him
self:
"It's surprising what fondness
that youngster has for a bottle!
There's nothing he won't drink out
of it,"
The subject of so much discussion,
meanwhile, was serenely unconscious
that she was of so much Importance to
her friends. Had anyone told her that
such was the case she would have
opened her azure eyes in amazement
and exclaimed, What on earth do
they worry over me for? / am per-
fectly all right, am happy as a lark
from morning till night
But, Alys, religion would make you
happier" expostulated Jack, who
made the mistake when next they met,
of trying to convince her that she was
in the wrong.
mot bit of it," she said with toss
| of her head. II couldn't be one bit
happier than l ami"
81 could" meaningly, Jack inter
rupted.
Alys flushed but paid no attention.
eff | ever find a person who is hap
pier than l and who can convince me
that his religion makes him happier,
shall follow that cult, be it Parsee,
Buddhist or Brahminist, Mohammedan
or"
Cor Catholic?" queried Jack.
Eyes, but you never could convince
me that your religion was not one of
GLOOM" she retorted. Think of all it
recommends in the notifying of poor
human nature! Never could you call
it the religion of joy! Why, just this
minute I am dying to go to the Van
Deever's dance and l cannot because
you have to keep Lent"
"But," Jacks eyes cleaned with
laughter, think how divinely happy
keeping Lent here with you makes
mel"
| You're a goose!" she pouted. Its
a poor religion that only makes one
person happy"
But aren't you happy, just a little
bit, too?" tenderly he asked, but she
only laughed off the dangerous tender.
ness and said:
81 will sing myself happy, since
can't Dance" and flew to her harp, OF
which she was master, and, playing
divinely, soon sang poor Jack into OBJ
livion of all serious thoughts.
Thus things went on through the
Lenten season and young Mrs. Garden
sighed often at Jacks abstraction.
st will take same terrible shock tc
awaken Alys," she said to her hus
band "She is a dear girl, but seems
like an Undine without SOUL"
We'll, Jacks the one to awaken it
if know anything about it, said Mr.
Garden. There's a certain something
in the way the young woman looks al
the giant which gives her away to one
who has been through the mill like
have Remember how you kept me OF
Itenter hooks for months, unfeeling fe
male that you were?" smiling.
Nonsense! / never did" Mrs. Gar
denis blush was as bright as girls
"But something is bound to happen tt
Alys to force her into the Church
mark my words!"t
Hast thou the gift of prophecy
Madam" demanded her husband
laughing g
1t was Easter morning. Bright
beautiful and clear dawned the hol!
feast. Jack, heavy-hearted with al
the loneliness of the balmy Sprint
day, went to early Mass, going rount
later in smart car to take Alys t.
the country in the morning sunshine
The girl was as bright as the day
Aprils fairest tribute to the risel
Christ, and Jack rejoiced in he
beauty. Daffodils we're at her belt
golden as the sunshine, her eyes blu
as the skies above them.
isn't it a glorious day, Jack? How
could anyone be anything but gay. il
such weather? The birds outside m,
window this morning were all a riot II
the sunshine. Smiles obersidesi
and the face she turned to Jack wa
so whimsically gay he smiled IL
response.
''Now, you're a good old Jack" sh'
said. 81 wanted so badly to go to thu
park this morning, while the sun wa
bright. l just couldn't wait till after
noon. 1 was a little bit afraid you''
want to go to church. Ugh! 1t makes
me shiver to think of all the sermons
and the talk about death and gloom OF
such day as this"
ut isn't that way at all" protestet
poor Jack, never good talker AM
least of all about things SO near hi
heart as his religion.
Don't tell me!v she nodded tn
bright head under its bewitching flow
cred hat and coquettish veil. Il know
better. Why your very Easter is abou
the death of God"
81 went to church at six o'clock an
didn't hear a gloomy word" sal,
Jack, sturdily. Il liked it ALL al
ways do, Alys. / wish you woul'
come with me some time"