The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-11-11
ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME.
written for The Catholic Bulletin by
Miss Alta churchill)

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/ Frank Constock stretched luxur-
ously in the lounge.chair and closed
the book he had set himself to read
during the evening. 1t was the latest
novel but it had failed to hold his in
terest. His own affairs were much
more absorbing: he was actually en-.
gagged to marry Elizabeth Brewster.
He could not. remember when he
had not intended to marry her. Per.
haps there had been time while she
had been away at college, when the
project had been less an intention
than a hope. During those years, he
had been at home, learning the de-
tails of the business he had now come
into the management of, and he had
perceived, as they had renewed their
companionship, during each vacation,
that she. was, developing into a girl
who awakened. something akin to
fear, as Well, as admiration, within
him. But the. sweet, stately manner
of her, which had enraptured him
when, even as a child, he had begun
to dream of her, still cast its spell
about him: Queen rose of the rose
bud garden of girls" she had always
been to him, and he knew that he
could not put her off her throne in
his heart if be, had wished to-.
And he had sto, confess that there
were times when he had wished that
he could. For one thing, her mental.
ity repealed him. He. knew he, could
not share either by training or i'll
stinct her pleasures in the intellectual
life He knew, also, that his some
what free and easy moral code would
disgust her. He knew that if he were
to hold her love, he should have to
hold himself to a, standard of conduct
that would seem to him a bit tinical.
Yet he knew that he would do it,
that he must do it. He could. not give
her up.
But the thought that engrossed
him on this evening was that Eliza
beth Brewster loved him; loved him
with q tenderness that had been a
revelation III ], womanhood to him;
and he had believed, with the. egotism
of the handsome young society favor
lite, that he knew something about the
love of women. I'm
His imagination now, was wander.
ing down the years before them, and
he was thinking more seriously of life
and it's chances than he had ever
done before. AS he reflected. several
questions. came to him that he. deter
mined to put before her when he
should get an opportunity. Suddenly
he, decided he should like to ask hei
some of them. tonight, He went te
the telephone: gse..e
Elizabeth" he said, when he heard
her voice answering his call, II know
it isn't my night but what are yol
doing. this EVENING"?
"Nothing-just reading she re
piled.
May ] come up a little while.
I'm mighty lonesome, and that. bally
book YOU lent me doesn't seem to hell
a bit.
Elizabeth laughed: Come up, O
course, if you wish to-"
Are the family all there?'
Only Daddy. He's playing crib
bage with the rector.
Good for him. I'll be. right up
Goodbye. I'M
| Some of her nearest friends Woul,
have been surprised to see the stated.
Elizabeth fly UP the stairs to changi
into the frock she somehow knev
Frank liked her best ina clingin,
gray affair, its bodice outlined will
rosebuds, a few of which she tucket
into the tawny masses of her. hair
Her heart was tluttering with happi
ness, and bushes and dimpIes wer,
| playing about her face. 1t was tn,
Elizabeth Brewster that no one bu
Frank Comsteek had ever seen VIII,
greeted him at the bottom of the stair
way where he had impetuousl,
waited for her.
Come right in Mr. Brewster hat
urged, opening the door himself TO
1.-THE young man. sBeas sWiH be dow
bin saaiinutt;a She looked ssvee
enough for rus as she was but
seemed il would not Do for you