The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-12-23


there wasn't anything that was too
hard for her to do for you if she cared
about you. She was a broad, strong,
splendid girl, very tall, with gold
hair. Though was tall, by compari-
son | looked as if i had lived the
greater part Of my life in flute. She
teased the life out OF Harrison Mug
ford, but | could see very well why he
was wild about her.
But it. seemed to me while she
visited us that beneath her mirth
there ran just little discomfort.
caught her looking thoughtfully up
the street toward Harrison's house on
the second afternoon she was with
US, and saw her shake her head and
draw her brows together. | believed
that had about discovered the rea-
son on the following Sunday.
Battle Harbor is at the northern
point of Belle Isle, and at that time
we had to travel some miles to Mass
on Sundays. II was rather jolly
though, somewhat of a lark, especially
for me, unaccustomed to the pleasant
glide Of the sledge, drawn by power
full dogs, some of which weighed over
hundred pounds.
Very often all the Catholic popula-
ton Of Battle Harbor passed up the
street together, and we made quite a
long procession, starting out parallel
with the sheltered roadstead between
Battle Islands and Great Caribou
Island, where the water is so deep,
and where there is such a wonderful
ground swell that the water rolls in,
even without a breath of wind stir.
ring, and dashes in spray and foam
fifty feet in air against the rocks
This roadstead is about half mile in
length, and when we reached the end
of it the procession would strike in
land toward the forest, where the
trees-the larch, birch, aspen, noun.
tain ash, and silver fir-were great
relief to the eye after the rocky hills
and masses of boulders nearer the
coast.
On this Sunday morning, as we
passed Harrison Mugford's house he
came out to wave, good-by to us, as
Mary Bell said he always did on Sun
day mornings, but she looked away
out over the dark headlands, and pre-
tended not to notice him. must
have shown a little surprise at this
for she said:
Il love Harrison and would have
married him long ago, but he won't &C
to church. He ought to be on his
way now; he's a Catholic, but he il
just Indifferent. i feel it most al
Christmas time" she went on. LAS
Christmas he spent money like it was
so much water, kept open house the
whole week, gave everybody who hat
the slightest claim upon him a fine
gift, but do you think he would go K
church? No; he just stood at hi:
door and waved goodbye to the res
of us. Mr., Silon tried to stir himul
and make him climb into his sledgt
last Christmas, but Harrison wouldn't
We glided on for quite distance
and Mary Bell spoke again.
Alice, for a long time have beer
thinking of doing something very
daring. I guess you would call i
downright bold. I'm not going to tel
you what it is, but when the time
comes l don't want you to be dis
gusted with me or surprised at any
thing that / may do. This Christmas
am going to stir him up"
More practical ioking?" l asked
and laughed, calling to mind the
many pranks she had played upon the
all-forgiving Harrison.
You might call it practical jok
ing" she answered, 'but if 1t doesn't
bring practical results, | am going to
make Pa Summers move down to Cape
Mugford, which ] believe was named
for Harrison's folks way back some
where. The fishing ground for cod is
better there than here anyway. And
that will about finish everything be
tween Harrison and me.
That even the mention of such q