The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-04-17
TO THE MEMORY OF
GEORGE BARNABY.

We're making 1t real honey
Easter" said Mrs. Burnett, smiling.
you see, l was cheated last year.
Father was off on that Eastern trip,
and you and Ely spent it with the
Travises. This Easter is mine."
The mother patted the boys hair
tenderly, and then, slipping her soft
hands to his cheeks, turned the lean
young face backward.
well, boy" she said, "is it all
right?"
why, yes, mother anything you
say" ~
"Eily is content to come here to us?
You see," little wisffully, g it won't
be at all like the Trav.'
Now. fnother!" He took her hands
in his and pulled her down to the arm
of his chair. Please don't talk about
the Travises. oh, yes-father was to
get home from the Eastern trip in
time, you remember? Well, he didn't.
And when Ely heard that you spent
Easter here alone, with no one but
Aunt Sarah near you-she broke our
engagement"
David" said the mother in aston
ishment, but there was a tremulous
culver of pleasure about her delicate
mouth.
Eyes, indeed. l had hard time of
it for about fortnight. She was
awfully angry-at me, and at herself,
too. We finally patched it up on con-
dition that it would never happen
again-but there's father!"
A tall man with iron-gray hair came
slowly into the room. The young man
sprang to his feet, and going forward,
extended his arm.
How are you feeling, father?" he
asked, solicitously.
Fine, my boy; / shall get along all
right now. Took an hours walk this
afternoon, mother and and thorough
ly enjoyed it, didn't we, mother?"
Mrs. Burnett shook her head.
NO" she said, Il didn't. And |
don't see how father can say he did,
either, when he almost worried him.
self into bed again."
Father" cried the young man, re-
proachfully. IF you keep on like that
you'll never get back to your desk"
"Confound it, boy!" said the old
man, irritably. do you imagine I'll
let you do all the worrying?"
do you help me any by sharing it p
questioned the young fellow, smiling.
Come on, dad, sit down-sit down
here. Porter was in this morning with
new cigar. He wants us to try it
| says he'll be around for an order to-
| morrow"
That's just like Portef's impu.
dence, said the old man. YOU'D
think he carries the only line of sam.
Pies"
"But he does the business" said
David Burnett, as he seated himself
opposite his father. Don't golaway
mother-here's your chair waiting fol
you"
| Il know boy: but I've got to go
| I'll be right back
"Good-by, mother" said David, in 9
drolI voice.
ooh, go on. said his mother, but
she laughed little.
Now. boy" said the father. How
we're things to-day?" -
"All right, dad We're holding oul
/ own
eHave you heard from Gilroy?'
"Why, yes, father David cleared
i his throat.
is it-he win extend the notes
i then?"
ct seems. father, that the notes
we're bought up by some one else. Gil
roy was hard pushed for money, SO he
gave them over to this chap William
lambeth. Ever heard of William Land
eth, father?"
'Never-never in my life! Why
didn't Gi1roy tell me something about
lit before this? Why, David, CAM
understand and the notes due on the
E2Sth. And this is the 2Srd! Why
4 David
I David looked thoughtfully at his
mails
st waa the very day sou were taken