The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-03-06

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1trembied, dssthe small, sharp eyes
suddenly filed. .a4.sg
] 1T isn't like you, Priscilla, to taunt
me. How can | go when | do not be-
lever
OH The other sprang up hastily
and threw her arms around her sis
ter's neck. Forgive me, love! |
never knew! But do not grieye so,
Cynthia dear! I am not sure that L
believe either"
And there in the aold-fashioned sit
ting-room, with the late winters sun
shine showing no mercy to their thin
gray hair, and Wrinkled cheeks, the
two sisters chung to each other.
! The older was the first to speak. /
Il think 4 shall go to- the. city to-
morrow"
Priscilla kissed her. rt5
Il shall go with you.''.
ION the 8 O'Clock suburban. asked
the other, vaguely childish. fa'r
Yes, love! And you can tell the
Bishop that, being the rectors daugh-
ters and once having lived in the rec
tory, we would like him to rent other
property for his priest,to live in. :"
4 couldn't stand it If knew a
Roman priest was occupying fathers
study-a priest!" shudde1ed Miss Min
ters. vT
The brown eyes of her sister soft
ened.
Lets not talk any more about it..
But, dear, do not believe that the
Catholics are idolators. Oh, really
they are not!"
Priscilla, why argue? We will
need all our reserve strength in the
meeting with the Bishop. Why-why,
you know he was once a priest,"
YES" returned the other, "he was
once a priest. ~.
/ But her accent Of the word was diff
| ferent. Perhaps little Mrs. Conley,
who was kind to everybody" had
whispered something good concerning
1 the priests. of her church to the
younger Miss Winters.
At half after eight the next morn
ing, the sisters were seated in the
suburban station. Cynthia had ever
firmly reminded her sister that it was
| always best to be ready and waiting
at least twenty minutes for anything,
as 'the composition of ones nerves
demanded recreation before the ex-
citement anticipated was entered
upon"
! Nevertheless, Miss Winters was
nervous. Priscilla gazed at her anx.
iously.
Cynthia" she exclaimed, "you
might have written!"
! "Underscoring is never permissible
in correspondence" her sister replied
dryly.'
Priscilla understood.
Attired in the cloaks and bonnets
of thirty years ago, the two presented
an interesting picture for the careful
observer. That the attention they at
tracted never broadened into smiling
curiosity or sneering comments
showed clearly that, in this case as il
4 nearly every other, character evel
mounts above the convention o.
clothes. The Misses Winters them
!. selves had watched the growth o.
fashionsp but their limited income ant
their. loyalty to. the ancient. seams
tress of the village. prevented any
change in their fashion. Today's
elastic dress mode demands some
thing more than a three-hundred-dol
lar. annuity and a non-progressiye
aged dressmaker.
What shall we do if the BishoI
is not at home?" asked the younger
women.
'Wait for him.
eve should have brought some
lunch, then, Cynthia,
Miss Winters opened a faded black
reticule.
81 have twenty cents above ex
penses. We can buy our lunch"
The Bishop, however, was at home
Directed by uniformed station agent
the two sisters had no difficulty il
locating the Episcopal residence.
'If you do get turned around" the
young man assured them, ASK any
one you meet. Bishop Lawson is the
boss-the big stick-of this town al
right. Everybody knows him.
Disgusting language" murmuret
the elder sister.
Il An almost indiscernible smile
twitched Priscilla S mouth.
That's the way they talk on the
streets nowadays. dear!" she whis
i. Ipered.
What do you know about the
streets?"
Priscilla knew very little, SO she
eyaded the Question.
A short walk brought them to al
J. mpretentious brick residence stand
ing next door to a large, stately
!, church.
1T has a cross on top, SO it must
be a Catholic church. Priscilla said
The other woman sought to appeal
uninterested, but she missed nothing
The carefully swept walks and neal
grounds, the shining windows will
their modest but immaculate curtains
; the general air of cleanliness ano
Ifriendliness of the house appealed
strongly to her.
1T doesn't seem as if badness
could enter here, does it, love?" SAID
Priscilla.
i Miss Winters frowned.' .
Don't forget you are rector's
daughter" She reminded her sister.
The door was opened by an aged