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The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
The Blessing.

Sneaky, in all his twenty years,
couldn't remember a day when he had
felt more completely down at the heel.
His head was hot and ached to the
splitting point; his feet felt as if they
were anchors rather than aids to loco
motion, and he wondered vaguely
how tongue the size of his could
be carried inside pinched cheeks.
Somewhere, within the last twenty
four hours, he had spent or lost or
been robbed of one hundred and some
odd dollars-a miserable, rotten sum
at that for hard nights work He
remembered how he had sworn at the
Sinking Israelite who had given him
five dollars for a ring that was worth
two hundred, and had taken the rest
of the swag at his own sweet price.
Sneaky also remembered that he had
carried the hundred dollars which he
finally secured, to place where there
were lights and small, black, smelly
tables, and long rows of graduated
glasses doubled by the backing of a
mirror, and where disappointment and
thirst could be drowned in liquid
grave.
The rest was hazy-a Bacchanalian
dream of hot fluids and loud laughter,
of indiscreet Roasting and coarse song
that grew fainter and fainter until the
clammy awakening, ragged and penni-
less. with limbs quivering from damp
and cold, and eyeballs scared and
bloodshot, in an inhospitab1e area
way.
Sneaky felt in his pockets, sending
his fingers to and fro in the torn lin
ing. Not coin rewarded his search.
They had stripped him cold. A cold
bath and a cup of coffee would ease
that burning thirst, but nothing. his
grim experience told him, came with
out cash. Furtively, Sneaky cast a
calculating eye on the rather infre-
uuent passersby. PanhandIing was
not precisely in his line; in an emer-
gency, however, Sneaky could be YER
satile
The first two victims of his whining
plea eluded his touch with practical
skill. Sneaky rubbed his red stubble
pensively and looked once more down
the avenue. Then his eye frightened.
a rather short. thin man was walking
with nervous haste in Sneaky's direc.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
A SONS VOCATION is A
MOTHERS WORK.

The love for souls which urges
young man to become missionary is
very often the outcome of training he
has received during childhood. Many
apostles could echo the remark made
by missionary bishop:
After all, mother, it is your fault if
/ leave you. When a child | learned
spelling at your knees from the Annals
of the Society for the Propagation of
the Faith. And it was then that l
decided to be a missionary"
Despite this fact, the hour of parting
is trying one; yet here again the
Christian parent proves herself as gen.
erous, as heroic as her child.
'My son." mother whispered,
shall we know each other in heaven?"
Eyes, mother"
Then, my son, go where God wants
you; think of me and pray for me; we
will meet in heaven
1t is thus the sacrificial offering is
made complete.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
FATHER KEY GETS ROOF FOR
HOUSE.

Father Key wrote into the officers
of the Catholic Church Extension So
ciety not long ago and said that for
several years-seven, to be accurate
he had been exposed to the tropical
heats and rains of the Philippine ISL
ands, and if help were not forthcom-
ing Bishop O'Doherty would have a
dead missionary on his hands. If there
is one thing Bishop O'Doherty needs
almost as much as money it as live
missionaries, and so an appeal for
help for Father Key went out. And
help came great help. One generous
lady sent a check of $500 and other
offerings, too, we're sent him.
Here is what Bishop O'Doherty
wrote, acknowledging the gift:
The following most kind letters
from the Society have just arrived.
And they contain check for 5000 Mass
stipends for Masses to be said accord
ing to intentions of the members of
the Extension Society, a check of SO
for Father Cain, and $500 designated
Sill W Isu11lpp1llS ullSStOllgE @I tS4L4fe "
Father Kaufmann's mission and $685.
gift for Father Keys mission. am
profoundly thankful to the Society for
these fresh favors, and beg it to &C
cept my expression of gratitude. But
/ especially thank it for the intentions
and the most generous gift to Father
Key It was most kind of YOU to think
of me when you wished to have
Masses said for Extension members.
| appreciate this act very highly The
Masses will all go to the Mill Hill
Fathers here and will be said as soon
as, possible
The great gift to Father Key is a
godsend. and could not come at a
more opportune time: The rainy sea.
son with its torrential downpours is at
hand and he Is trying to roof his
ruined house. burned down during the
war. How happy your big contribu-
ton will make him. Only two days
ago his local superior and were de
vising possible plans to roof his house,
in which there is not single dry spot
Iduring the five months of the terrible
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26

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sign Of recognition passed between
them, but Sneaky's cracked lips
puckered in a weak echo, and when
the stranger had lighted his cigarette
he followed slowly in his wake, keep
ing consistently on the opposite side
Of the street. 1t doesn't pay for
crooks to hold enthusiastic reunions
on street corners, especially when one
Of them is down in his luck, and the
other in the full flush Of prosperity.
Several policemen who had pleas
ant good day for the strangers eyed
in grim suspicion Sneaky's weather.
stained garments and chalky face.
Only when the green swinging doors
of an abode of liquids and lunch, the
one cheap, the other free, had closed
behind him, did the stranger turn to
the bedraggled Sneaky.
Hello, Sneaky," he said, "you look
as prosperous as a hobo just in off the
road,
Broke, dead broke wheezed
Sneaky, and me with one hundred
dollars in my jeans yesterday morn
ing
ooh, so you did the Plunkett house?
thought | recognized your pretty,
delicious touch. One hundred dollars
for all that? Sneaky, you ought to take
a course in a business college,"
Il know I'm easy" growled Sneaky,
viciously; you can't expect an artist
to be business man., too. Say, Nifty,
l haven't looked food in the face for
two dozen hours. Where's the grub
| dispensary?"
The man at the bar knew them
both. He had acted as a fence for
them more than once, and recognized
| the symptoms. In a quiet corner.
Sneaky drained pitchers of ice water
and bowls of coffee, lingering the food
gingerly. All the while Nifty, his hat
on the back of his head, eyed his
derelict. He had an infinite contempt
for the 'fkid" of twenty or so who
could not negotiate his own hauls; but
for swift, thorough ransacking of
drawers and chests, Sneaky was in
comparable.
! The last drop of coffee was drained,
when Sneaky looked up with half
furtive, half-curious eye on the suave,
smooth man across the table from
him.
Say, Nifty" he said, leaning for
ward suddenly, ''did any one ever say
| God bless you to your"
Nifty brought his tilted chair down
with bang.
what the ]" he began. ''The
kid must be losing his mind" .
I'll just wondered. That priest
/ spoke to said it to me-and he
meant it; saw that he meant it.
! Nifty's cold eye glittered. This Il
promised my mother on her death.
bed" talk had never appealed to him.
Sentiment was a thing to be ,nipped
in the bud.
HE said, God bless YOU did he:
Did he give you somethin' besides@
"Nothin'," said Sneaky, neryously;
che said he was broke"
Il Continued on page ~
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
"sAvE US, FOR WE PERISH"

The cry of Save us, for we perish,
is very real one in the Philippines.
A Sacred Heart missionary, Father
Nijsters, of Surigao, says that up to
now they have been preserved from
starvation, and are trusting in Divine
Providence for the future, but con-
ditions could hardly be worse.
The credit which the Sacred Heart
community had with some Manila
merchants has been exhausted, and
the Belgian Fathers, themselves poor
enough, as may be imagined, have
lent helping hand to their still more
destitute brothers. ALI the priests
have been warned by their superiors
to cut down expenses to the last point,
but there are some things which even
missionary cannot do without. On
account of recent droughts the natives
are suffering from poor harvests and
their parish offerings are smaller than
ever. All of which shows that the
Philippines form no exception to the
general rule of hard times.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
THE CATHOLIC CHURCH.

Prof. A. M. Fairbafrn is considered
one of the great lights of modern
Professionalism. His volume on "Proph-
ecies" is found in nearly every In
telligent Protestant preachers library,
and is looked upon as a standard work
on that subject. Lately he has issued
a volume on Catholicism, Roman
and Anglican" in which he gives ut
terance to many fine things concern
ing the Catholic Church. Not the
least interesting are those relating to
it's sanctity:
Il freely admit the pre-eminence of
Catholicism as an historical institu-
ton; here she is without a rival or
peer. If to be at once the most per-
manent and extensive, the most plas-
tic and infiexible ecclesiastical organ
ization were the same thing as the
most perfect embodiment, and vehicle
of religion, then the claim of Catholi-
cism were simply indisputable. The
man in search of an authoritative
Church may not hesitate; once let him
assume that a visible and audible au-
thority is of the essence of religion,
and he has no choice; he must be-
come or get himself reckoned Catho-
lie.
"The Roman Church assails his I'M
derstanding with invincible charms.
Her sons proudly say to him: She
alone is Catholic, continuous, venera-
BILE, august, the very Church Christ
founded and His Apostles instituted
and organized. She possesses all the
attributes and notes of Catholicity-
an unbroken apostolic succession, an
infallible chair, unity, sanctity, truth,
an inviolable priesthood, a holy sacri-
fee and efficacious sacramento
1.-THE Protestant Churches are but of
yesterday, without authority, the truth
of the MINISTRIES that can reconcile
man to God; they are only multitude
of warning sects, whose confused
voices but protest their own INSULT.
cheney, whose impotence almost atones
for their own sin of schism by the
way it sets off the might, the majesty
and the unity of Rome. In contrast
the Catholic Church stands where her
Master placed her on the rock, endoW
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
CONSEQUENCES OF A DROUGHT
IN AFRICA.

Lack of rain, with its attendant evil,
famine, is always terrible affliction
for country. from natural reasons.
In Africa it has also had other seri-
Gus consequences.
In former times it caused a great
increase of slavery. Men sold their
own children to procure little basket
of millet or potatoes. Unlucky the
women who risked going alone into
the brush away from the villages!
They were often seized by marauders,
who sold them as slaves in exchange
for a little food, to traf1cking stran-
gers, come into the country to profit
by its famine and misery.
During similar time of extraordi-
nary drought, our negroes laid the
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-06-26
!. God knows how CRATE

rainy season. God knows how CRATE
full we are.p
The sentiments of the Bishop are
tripled by Father Key. The Society
would likeF to send him more, for
though this gift will prove a great
help, the missionary is greatly in need
of funds. Donations sent to the Of
fees of the Catholic Church Extension
Society, Mccormick Building, Chicago,
will be gladly forwarded to him.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
TODAY'S POEM
TO THE LIVING FROM THE DEAD

(From the Spectator) We, who were once such men as vou are, brothers, Have one last word for you ere we are sped Upon our journey through the silent spaces,
 The dim and shadowy places of the dead. Scarce can the souls of mortal men discover, Strength to disperse the veil twixt us and you, Yet we, by this desire that lies within To speak that word, have rent that We fught 1 and fighting fell in France and Flanders; Giving all we possessed to stem the flood, The helIish flood of hell inspired bar barians
 Who sought to win the world through seas of blood. We penned it in and checked it for a moment,
 Seeing through sweat as we lay down to die The first made surges ebb, but also Thunder of greater surges down the We know that all we did was very little
 Toward the sure safeguarding of our roof, And. knowing that, we croy now from the darkness This last appeal-Go you, and take
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
SCHOOL CHILDREN
 PETITION PRESIDENT
 TO ATTEND EXPOSITION

Washington. Oct. 2O.-Presentation of an invitation to President Wilson to attend the exhibition in San Fran cisco was the object of the call Of a. delegation at the White House today, headed by Mrs. Stoney. secretary of the women's board of the exposition The delegation also bore a. petition signed by 100000 school children and prominent citizens urging the presi- dent to- attend Miss >Altha- Mil queeney, the Il year old school girl whose letter inviting the president was the best of those written by the grammar school children of San Francisco, had been selected to pre- sent the invitation. Miss Dorothy Starr, another young girl of San Fran cisco, had brought a bar of gold for presentation, with the request that 1t be used for the making of the ring which the president will wed Mrs. Norman Gait It came from her fathers mine, one of the oldest in the state.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
Duchess of Sutherland.

Tne Duchess or Sutherland who has been prominent in Red Cross re-
 lief work since the beginning of the war, was born 48 years ago today, oct. 20, 1867 Before her marriage she was Lady Millicent Fanny St. air-Erskine. Her father was the fourth Earl of RossIyn, who died in 1890, when her broher succeeded to the title Shem arried the Marquis Of Stafford in 1884, and in 1892 be- came Duchess of Sutherland when her husband succeeded to the title of his father. The amazing Duchess % as she is called, is 8 half-siser of the beautiful and famous Countess of
 Warwick, ands like the Socialist Countess has long taken an active interest in social questions. She has
 three sisters-Lady .Ange1R Forbes, Lady Angy,'' who lectures for social ism and woman suffrage, writes nov els and essays, breeds dogs for sale, shines at court and in the sIums, cooks her own meals, trims her own hats, and owns farm and a shop: the Countess of Westmoreland, who also has other claims to fame than her great beauty, and Lady Gordon Lennox- The Duchess of Suth herland has been described as representing an absolutely perfect type of Anglo Saxon beauty" She is of IAmazonian proportions. standing over six feet in height, and her sisters are also u9l- usually tall women. Immediately af- ter the outbreak of hostiIities the Duchess took charge of the Red Cross relief work in Brussels. When driven out of the Belgian capital by the Ger mans she transferred her activities to France, where she organized and took charge of an ambulance corps. One of her Ieutenants in that work was. Maxine Elliott, who was the first American actually enlisted for Red Cross work on the firing line.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
LITTLE BENNY'S NOTEBOOK
By Lee Pape

Me and pop was taking wawk be- foar suppir yestidday and awl of a suddins pop saw 8 pin avn the pave ment and! he quick stopped down and picked it up, laying, He who picks up a pin, good luck will win. likewise. find a pin in the street. good luck you will meet
 And he stuck the pin in his coat. saying, Maybe III find a 5 dollir bill or sunthing. And he started to look avn the pavement to see if he cood see eny, and vile he was looking he banged his toe SagensI 9 brick sticking up. saying. Bing blast it, wy did I han to go and stub my weak toe, that's the way it is in this life, consarn it, it's awlways the weak toe that sticks it's he'd out of the window jest before the collision
 And we kepp avn wawking. pop wawking funy with wun foot, and pritty soon man with a dent in his hat calm up to pop and sed, I see by the button in yure coat that yure O membir of the Ordirs of Arabs. we'll. old man. I'm a brutf1ir membir and heers my putin to prove it. and haven't had a bite to eet for days, you mite say. and I appee1 to you as a. bruthir Arab.
 Heck. I mean sure. sure, sed pop. And he gave the man a ? do.lir bill, SGyAAS 442o t3ftS6tO 49e8S of bites.
 Yure a reel Arab, sed the man. And he kepp avn wawking and so did me and pop. me saying, That pin you picked up dident bring you So rnutch good luck aftir awl, did it. pop?
 Avn on the contrary. ced pop.
 And we kepp avn Wawlxing and af- tir a vile a man with his arms full Of Bundles calm running to catch Q tFol- ley car and he dident see pop avn. ak kount of the bIndils and pop yelled Hay watch yure step. Wich jest then the man bumped into him and vun bundtl hit pop in the chin and the rest of them went e1Tvry wief1 way, and pop put his hand ovir his chin, saying, Tor the love of the west ern theater of war, don't you no thares a law agenst carrying conseeIed ded1y weppins.
 That must of bin ithe rolling pin that hit you, sed the man. It must of bin, sef pop And the man picked up his bundfls and me and pop kepp avn wawking. pop st1ll calm to a big hole in tFe street with men digging down in it and pop sed, See that hole and I see. Yer, sir, and he sed, See this pin. And he took the pin out of his coat and fhroo it down the hole and wun of the men down thare stopped digging and felt the back of his neck. yelling up, Hay up thare, wat the devil.
 This way out, sed pop And we kepp avn wawking.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
Woman Who Befriended
 Soldiers Gets $5O,OOO

London, Oct. BOA legacy Of $5O,- 900 has just come to Mrs. John Ware ham of Golcar, Yorkshire, as a sequel to her kindness to a wounded Aus tralianl soldier, Robert Mcclure.
 Mcclure, who was a ranchman from New South Wales, was seriously wounded during the Turks. attempt to cross the Suez Canal. He was sent to England and lodged at a hospital not far from Mrs. Warehams home. Mrs Wareham, whose husband is serving in the army, paid frequent visiits5 to the hospital and did several small services for the wounded Me Cure, who died about a month after reaching England. He made Mrs Wareham his sole heir.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
STATE SUFFRAGE
 CONVENTION HEARS
 MANY REPORTS

Hartford, Oct. 20.-Presentation of reports of county chairmeh and pres idents of the TT local leagues affili- ated with the state organization, and an address by Miss Emily Pierson, state organizer, occupied practically the whole of the second days session today, of the annual convention of the Connecticut Woman's Suffrage associ- atfon.
 Miss Pferson who has been cam paigning in New Jersey in the inter- ests of woman suffrage spoke of her experiences fh New Jersey but devot- ed most of her speech to a discussion of the work done in Connecticut in connection with the proposed suffrage amendment which came before the last general assembly.
 At the conclusion of the business session there was a reception to the delegates at the home of the presi- dent, Mrs. T. N. Hepburn where they were given an opportunity of meet ing Dr.. Yamei Kin, the Chinese wo-S man physician, who is announced as one of the speakers at the evening meeting.
 Beginning on Monday next, Inter will Investigate rates on Lake Super for iron ore from Lake Erie points to points in West Virginia, Kentucky, Ohio, and western Pennsylvania.
 The spanish Minister of Finance re- signed.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
KEEP FAITH
 WITH A SWEETHEART

Dear Miss Libbey:-
 am anxious to do the right thing I had been keeping company with a young lady for a year and a ha f. We live in different cities I promisedl to spend a certain day with her-but broke my word-going on an exeur- sion with friend. wrote her. tell ing her the truth, but she did not be- lieve or excuse me, for which I be- came angry and left Ter. I think she may still care for me, as do for her Now, what do you think is best for me to do-be friends again. or not?
 B. l..
 If you still love the girl, and intend to propose marriage. do not delay in writing the young lady, to let bygones be bygones, and take you back. giving you the place you once held in her af- fections You know you were the one at fault. A spirited girl would cer- tainly resent such treatment. and properly. too. If you simply wish to retain her as a friend only, let matters rest as they are. Nc use kindl+ng up an old flame to let it die out again A good sweetheart is 9 blessing. the wise man makes ther his bride as speedily as possible.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-20
DO SOLDIERS
 NEED SWEETHEARIS! 5!

"Oh. there are struggles and striving,
 Oh, there are cares, there are tears' Now is the time to be smoothing
 The frowns and the furroWs ana
 fears.
 What to closed eyes are kind sayings?
 What to flushed heart is deep VOW Naught can avail after parting
 So give them the flowers now.
 There are those who would stand in the way of a pretty! attractive girl be- coming the sweetheart of a soIoler. He leads a life in which home plays little or no part, they contend, and try to dissuade her from her nklng TOT the lad who belongs to the army anu his country. The soldier sees the g1rI whom he loved and might, have won drift out of his life. It is not given to every man to love a second tlnee ln the dark watches of the night, tossing on his rude bed, or doing lonely sen try duty, under the light of the stars, he yearns for sight of that one loVed face, and brushes away a tear perhaps when he thinks of what might nave been. It is a cruel mistake to have girl withhold her love for a soldier pe- cause of his calling. The life these noble fellows lead is lonely. Joys are few and far between. If they have no refining influence to hold them n check life is gray and drear for them, under any sky. The man who goes to battle with the foe, leaving no one be- hhind who cares whether he lives or falls, lights recklessly and nehanieal- 1y He does not press forward with prayer on his lips, that he may p9 saved for her dear sake. And on, what 8 boon, direct from heaven is a sweetheart to wounded soldier. Her cleery letters do him more good than all the medicine and doctors 1n the world can. He reads over every line until each word is inscribed indel1bly on his heart. The wounded mate who lies next him and has no sweetheart looks on with hungry eyes, Inanfully repressing the sigh that rises to his Knowledge that in soTnt part of the world sweet and loving woman cared for him and was praying for his recovery. His heart grows sad with it's nsatisfied longings- Heaven bless those who encourage the love affairs of the maiden and her soldier lover The very strength of his affec- ton for her will bring him unscathed to her. from the worst of battles. He will trampIe over red-hot plough shares to reach her side again, and to clasp her hands in his. The hope of love rewarded, some day, not far dis fant is the soldiers beacon-Hght- His life will not alwegs be devoted to the army. After he has served, in the ranks honorably his allotted term, His after years will be all the better for his army training. Yes, soldiers do Geed sweethearts. everyone of them The boys of the regular army need love even more than their brothers at \