The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-04-03


some ordinary fellow"
Some ordinary fellow" Gladys
| interrupted with warmth. please
remember that l do not number or
binary fellows among my friends,
Irving. Eugene Hadley going to be a
priest!" she exclaimed. rs he going
to throw himself away utterly"
Here the telephone bell rang, and
Gladys fastened away to answer it,,
welcoming this opportunity to hide
| her chagrin.
Irving passed out of the house and
down the street toward the Office.
Throwing himself away" he re-
peated his sisters words. Little
does Gladys know what the priest
hood stands for in his eyes. Suppose
his chance should come" he unused,
tand he found his old desire gone
o we must be careful! Eugene's got
to be priest, that's all about it,"
AS the two friends passed up the
street from the Office that evening,
Irving affectionately passed his arm
through that of his friend.
mo nearer the goal than before,
old MANI" he asked gently. Then
without giving his companion an OPP
portunity to reply, he went on, "Say,
| Gene, you don't ever feel inclined to
give up this idea of the priesthood
of abandoning your ideal and being
like other fellows, do you?"
4 II. 4. IT,
wondering eyes. 80 no, Irving, I'll
never change my resolution" he an
swered, rather weakly his companion
thought.
Gene" and Irvings voice trem-
bled as he spoke, I'D hate terribly
to see you change your mind, and
and finally marry, perhaps. | want
| to see you stick it out, Gene,-yes,
even if the desire of your life is never
realized"
Then he abruptly changed the SUBJ
ject. When they parted, Eugene
walked slowly up the street, and
reaching the church entered, as was
his unfailing custom. Kneeling there
in the Divine Presence, Irving's ear
nest words came back to him. Gene,
I'd hate terribly to see you change
your mind, and just be like other
fellows!" Did his friend suspect that
the vocation on which his whole soul
seemed bent, was losing it's attrac-
ton for him? Was it not true, after
all, that of late he had been think
| ing SO seldom of the priesthood
that Gladys Campton and the songs
they sang so splendidly together were
uppermost in his thoughts?
He bowed his head on his hands,
and prayed fervently. Dear sacra-
mental Lord, forgive me if I have
been untrue to thee. Thou art, in
deed, my first Love, aye my whole
desire. Let me follow Thy Will
blindly-Thy Will, not mine, always
And o, if it is possible, let me one
day ascend to Thy mountain, Lord,
and stand in Thy holy place!"
AS he prayed, the sacristy door
opened. Eugene raised his head, and
in the dim twilight-for night was
fast approaching-he saw a man with
a forbidding countenance and rough
ly dressed, approach the altar. The
man did not notice Eugene kneeling
in the rear of the church, and began
prying at the tabernacle door with a
small Ratchet. The terrible truth
flashed on Eugene in an instant.
Rushing forward, and leaping over
the sanctuary railing, he found that
the sacrilegious miscreant had al
ready gained access to the Holy of
Holes.
Don't you dare to touch that, you
miserable wretch" Eugene cried
out, his eyes flashing fire, as the man
turned his devilish features toward
him. Then quick as a flash, he seized
the ciborium, and clasping it tightly
to his breast, started down the altar
steps. A pistol shot rang out-the
drunken william had added murder to
sacrilege-and Eugene lay in the holy
place with his Eucharistic Lord rest
ing OH his bosom.
Meanwhile, Irving Oh his way down
| the street toward his home, Glanced
to remember something his mother
had asked him to purchase at the
drug store. Retracing his steps, he
hurried along in the direction his
friend had taken.
every likely, Genes in there now"
he soliIoquized as he was passing the
church. Hes visiting his Best
Friend, as he says. Poor Gene!
How | do want to see him a priest
What's that?" he exclaimed, as a shot
rang out on the still evening air.
The next moment, ruffian ran out of
side door of the church and made
| for the alley.
"My God, what has happened"
Irving gasped as he bounded up the
stone steps and entered the church.
At first, he could hardly see anything
in the dim light, but advanced toward
the sanctuary where the ruby light
fiickered unsteadily, CHASTITY sight
met his eyes. In an instant, Irving
was kneeling by his friends PROSTATE
form and strove in vain to staunch
the flow of blood.
| 20 Gene, Gene, it is /, Irving, your
friend!" he cried frantically, lifting
the poor victims head in his arms.
Slowly Eugene opened his eyes and
stared wildly about.
at is l, Gene. Don't you know
me-"
Irving" Eugene whispered, while