The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-03-13
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MOTHER.

Its rotten to see you sitting
there" he said suddenly, Just as if
mother was dead"
Mary retorted warmly, and at last
Mr.. Heriot looked UP angrily.
Mary, can't you keep your broth
ers in decent order? You have no
more influence than a kitten"
1t was hard on Mary to be CEN
sured before her lover
And breakfast the next morning was
q regular fiasco. 1t was later than
usual, and the bacon was burnt. Mary
laid all the blame of the burnt bacon
OH Susan.
The bacon was never burnt when
mother was here. There's not thing
fit to eat. Mother always cooked the
bacon herself"
"Then why didn't you cook it if the
girl can't?" demanded her father an
grily.
Il was rather late rising" said
Mary, despairingly. II haven't had
time to do my hair properly"
Mother did her hair properly" OBJ
served Tommy, refiectively. 81 say,
won't mother. be having a jolly time?
No burnt bacon there. Servants to
wait on her, silver plates, and all sorts
of swell dofngs."
II hope the-er-complete change
will benefit her." said Mr.. Heriot,
rather pompously, but he pushed his
plate from him as though he found
Susan's cooking particularly distaste-
full. Your mother did not look well.
I'm afraid we have not been as care
full of her as we might have BEEN"
He went out into the hall and left a
rather silent table behind him.
Il saw your mother driving in the
park this afternoon said young Pear
son to Mary the following evening.
"She bowed and smiled like queen
indeed she looked just Ikea queen.
"a quecn!" echoed Mary, rather de.
risiyely. Mother isn't bit like a
queen"
Looked just like one-a regular
beauty she looked. Made me feel no
end of swell when she bowed"
Mary was inclined to laugh at the
young mans enthusiasm, but, for all
that, his words had deeply impressed
her
They read their mothers name in
the papers as having accompanied
Mrs. Graham to this and that fashions
able gathering. Once young Pearson
brought them a snapshot of a group
in which she was the central figure
that he had cut from an illustrated
paper. The photographer had caught
her smiling and talking, and on every
face beside her there was a look OF
intense interest as they listened.
She was spoken of as Mrs. Graham's
beautiful cousin.
A week or SO after this her husband
saw her by chance coming away from
great military bazaar. She was
walking. down the carpeted steps with
splendid-looking military man whose
breast was covered with decorations.
His white head was uncovered and
inclined to hear her slow, gentle voice,
lt6SDcCL hCAO
in his rugged features; he was unWill.
ing to lose one word of what she was
saying.
The little business man standing
there witnessed it all. That beautiful,
graceful woman was in her rightful
place-the place that she had been
born to. How easily and unconscious
" she moved; with what perfect self
possession she talked to her com
panion. And yet this was his wife!
For years she had been at his beck
and call. She had toiled for them
early and late, and waited ON them
with that patience and tenderness that
is the outcome of perfect love. And
Ithey-they had neglected her, ignored
her, often sighted her, and thought
lightly of her words. Not from want
of loye-oh, NO. no! But from. care
Iessness. She had given up all fol
them; denied herself often the sim
plest pleasures that theirs might be
Increased. He longed for be- return;