The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-19

part and a few months after her
gentle, but decided rejection of his
suit she had entered religious order
abroad. Since then Science had been
the only queen Of his life, and right
royalty had she rewarded his service.
AS writer, lecturer, teacher, his fame
extended over two continents; and
now this work which he had just COM
pleted he felt, with thrill of pride,
would be his crown.
1t was the close of a wintry day
when the professor put the last stroke
upon his manuscript, and rising, with
a long sigh of relief looked out of
his window. The western sky burned
with crimson sunset that was
1 flashed back from the city's spires
and easements until it melted softly
into the violet shadows gathered
| among the eastern hills.
There was no warning of the light
and darkness; but In the opaline gulf
between, one star already trembled
Oll Lie NS1y aUO1uO4AnAu VI hA6AI dAu
! day.
jet opposite the professors apart
4 ments was little Gothic church, with
whose pastor, an old French priest,
he had a slight acquaintance It was
sodality evening, and as he stood
watching the sunset, the solemn tones
of the organ, upbearing chorus of
sweet young voices, swelled through
the air. SO
| Father Blanc seems holding high
4 festival this evening"" said the pro
/ lessor, with a smile, as he flung up
the sash. that he might better hear
the music which recalled the sweet
dream of early childhood, the clearer
| vision of her who had turned from
him into high mist-veiied paths be
You'd his sight and reach.
4 And weary with the long strain OF
| effort, the professor stood lost in
softening reverie, when hearty claI
on the shoulder aroused him to meet
the CHEEKY gaze Of his old friend, DR.
Grey, who had entered unobseryed.
81 knocked three times, Lester, ant
| seeing the door, ajar, ventured to push
it open. What's the matter? Are vol
| hypnotized?'
| No." laughed the professor. s
was simply relaxing; unbending thu
bow, after. long strain. 1t has beer
a year since | have taken time tt
dream. ,
81 am glad to find you at leisure,
| continued the doctor, briskly. 81 cam,
with an odd request. There is poo
young chap. dying in La Misericorde.
who begs to see YOU"
! who is he?" asked the professor.
ooh. you don't know him. Hi
name is ,Ward-Philip Ward-ant
| though not more thar tWenty-three o
four, he has, judge, run the gamu
of life pretty rapidly. 1t has brough
him down in a quick decline, and he il
in a bad way, mind and body
But what can do for him.?
4 queried the professor. ~
Absolutely nothing, that | cal
see" was the grim answer. Its on,
, of those queer dying fancies that on
cannot account for; but he seems II
think you can quiet him; give hin
backbone to meet the inevitable.
seems that he. has attended your lec
j lures; read your books; in short, re
CARDS you as a sort of high priest o
: the new scientific cult, and feels tina
t you can cheer or encourage him.
t told him !, would see you this ever
{ ing; for the poor lads hours are nun
bered. Will you come
Ii Certainly answered the profes
| lsor, though. conscious of chilling re
/ luctance to the visit. Il will go wit
) you at once
i 1t was but short walk to 81
l Misericordie. It was superb neV
. building-the bequest of a wealth
e philanthropist to his. native city--er
] tirely free and non-sectarian in it
I beneficence; managed by trustees, an
, attended by physicians Of all demon
! nations. It's founder had made onl
S one binding clause that it should b
+ under the. charge of the Sisters {
t Charity forever
i And a leveEheaded arrangement,
E said Or. Grey, as he led his frien
a through, grounds and entrance hal
], mo fussing; no love-making; no figh
j, ing for places and salaries. There
d a woman in charge here that / b.
/ lieve could command an army; the
imported her for as. She has bee
!. through war. famine and pestilenc
E Iabroad, and fears. nothing. She ha
q the heart of a mother, the soul of
t saint, and the head of a Statesman
s You cannot know Sister Angela will
+ out believing there is some place be