The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-03-04
ID the pneumonia that ended in her

ed the pneumonia that ended in her
death.
So I had planned to do honor to
her memory; the orphans and the
school children, whom she loved so
we'll, were to be her guard of honor
from the convent to the church.
spoke to my people, but my words
were unnecessary. The news of her
decease had scarcely been published
before l was deluged with letters of
coincidence from charitable societies
all over the city and state, accom-
panied by resolutions, almost all of
which provided for "a delegation to
represent us at the Obsequies and
funds for the erection of a monument
to one of our greatest benefactors."
You may believe my eyes ran with
tears as l thanked them for their
sympathy and suggested simply that
they apply the funds to the help of
her beloved orphans; for this, as
told my own people, would be the
monument most grateful to her, most
fitting to commemorate her sainted
memory.
And now it was midnight on Mon
day, when l sat, half-stupefed, pom
dering over the lengthy telegram that
had just arrived. 1t was dated ION
train, near Clearfield, Adirondacks,"
and ran:
REV. F. X. Glennon, St. Xavier's
Church, New York, N. Y.
Have just broken up my hunting
camp at Nowhere. Am coming to-
morrow to pay you Compromised
visit Hope to see your wonderful
school and orphan asylum of which
| have heard so much. Shall be ac-
companied by the mayor, the COM
missioner of education, and the lat
ter's staff. Reach st. Xaviers at
| about 2 p. m. Hope I shall not in
convenience you. Charles Carroll"
And Charles Carroll was governor
of New York!
My tired brain slipped through the
five and forty years that had passed
| since Charley Carroll and I had been
! bosom friends of old Georgetown
where we had sat knee to knee upon
the benches during four happy, glor.
| ious years. All! me! the tales that
could tell of those pathetic, stirring
War-times! What fellow he was in
those days! The leader in the class
room and on the field; the keenest
debater the most exact scholar. Why
hadn't he caught old Father Stone
street when the two were Gaping
verses from Terence and hadn't old
Father Stonestreet pIayfully pulled
his ear for the feat! He was named
for every Office not only in the boys
gift, but even of the Rector, who ap
pointed him Treasurer of the YarG
and Project of the Sodality, the high
est honors known in those days. Dear
old Charley Carroll, the noblest mind
the truest heart that ever beat!
Since that glorious morning in ga
when we received our precious sheep
skins from the hand of the immorta
Lincoln, we had never fully lost sigh
OF each other, though we met but
rarely, for there had been but little
leisure in either of our lives. haC
watched his career with a feeling OF
personal triumph as he passed from
one post of honor to another, the in
corruptible judge, the learned and &C
complished senator, the first either
OF the state, and one of the foremos
statesmen in the Union. He had never
sWerVed from his high ideals; TODAY
he stood before the world the tyne
of the perfect Catholic gentleman hi
had eXtolled in his graduation speecl
OF nearly half century ago; loya
to his friends, his college, his coun
try, his Church, his God; all his hon
ors had not changed the simple, 70
bust faith. But, man alive! this wa:
no time for musing-he was coming
tomorrow, and though only Charley
Carroll, he was governor of the state
land the mayor was coming-ant
the commissioner-and the staff Con
found the staff. Who were they, AM
how? And they were coming at 2 n
m! Why, Mass would not be owe
till half-past twelve at the earliest
and it was good hour to the little
cemetery at the motherhouse and an
i other back. l would have to remain
away from the funeral. Would? AnC
lslight the memory of Mother Mar
garet? No, 1 wouldn't! I'd like tt
see myself! Not for fifty governor!
or a hundred mayors or a thousand
commissioners or ten million stats,
And they wanted to see the school
Why | had intended to dismiss the
children for day or two out of rev
erence for Mother Margaret. Yes, anC
I'd do it, too, in spite of all the gov
errors and mayors in creation-t(
say nothing of commissioners anC
unfathomable exasperating stats.
must head Charley off. But-fine di
rections these to address a Telegram
to! Most likely by this time he wa:
somewhere between Albany and New
York; asleep, no doubt, and catcl
any porter waking the governor t.
give him parish priests telegram!
Couldn't l catch the mayor? Yes
very likely, at II o'clock at night
Oh, if 1 could only lay my hand:
upon that nonsensical staff for five
minutes! Surely this was a difficult
distressing situation. Too difficult, in
deed, for a poor old weary parish
priest of three score years and six
My old head feel upon my hands a:
pondered, pondered. pondered.