The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-10-14

any you wish to benefit by them"
Tranton's ayes kindled as he lis
tened. "Ah yes," he said, that is
more in harmony with my attitude of
mind; but | don't aspire to heroism.
| will tell you, Tony, what is the in
superable obstacle in the way. | can
not solve the difficulty of the innum-
cradle affairs"
Fleet thought for a moment and
then said:
isn't a disbelief in Transubstantia-
ton really the root of dificulty?"
mo, / don't think it is--it may be.
You see, there was the one great
Temple at Jerusalem, where all the
Jews who could do so, met at the
Feast of the Passover. So much for
the type. For the prototype-the one
Hill of Golgotha."
isn't the feeding of the five thou
sand any help?''
mo, l can't say it is. | believe you
are right after all, old chap, and it
is disbelief in Reconsideration. /
could believe it for the one, but l
can't for the numberless."
There was silence between them for
some moments, then Fleet said with
a sigh: IF only l could help you! /
wish. sometimes we had neve started
discussing this, for really believe
talking does more harm than good
willy Jesuit trying to convert YOU"
Tranton's rare laugh rang out.
You! Why, you were like a tough
old oyster for-how long was 1.-TWO
years. We've known each other four,
haven't we? l had the greatest diff
Guilty in getting anything out of you,
and after all you haven't helped me
much"
Tony Fleet was looking out of the
window. At these words, his gaze
steadied and deepened, and to the
One Who loved him best he made a
silent appeal, and received a silent
assurance, for his face as he turned
it again towards his friend wore an
aspect of patient confidence. In the
realm of the spirit time is of no ac-
count, and Tranton's words fell upon
his friends attentive ears while his
heart pleaded in heavenly places.
"You, Tony, can not really see my
standpoint. You have been born and
bred in this belief, and an honest
doubt to me seems blatant blasphemy
to you. What I've read has helped
me up to a certain point; past that
l can not go. Disbelief of one doc
trine is disbelief of all; and on this
matter nothing seems to help. / feel
inclined sometimes to chuck the whole
business" He rose to his feet. "Whew!
How hot it is! Il suppose l had better
make a move. l wish | were going
on the river with you this afternoon
"oh, I quite forgot your visit to
Chaplain
Well, it is some time since | went
and l think Clifton wants an hour
with me to talk over some private
matter. You are coming my way
aren't you, Tony? We may as well
walk to the Tube together"
5 At the station the friends parted.
Suburban gardens are nearly al
alike, and the one in which Trantor
found himself an hour later was Of
/ the usual pattern. A neat lawn sur
? rounded by a neat gravel path, theI
| by a neat flower border, the whole
| enclosed by a neat wall of cold yellow
/ brick. The Clifton's garden had one
: redeeming feature, and that was {
huge old mulberry tree under whose
grateful shade lay Tranton in a decl
chair deep in thought with his hands
clasped behind his head. He seemet
unconscious of a ~6-year-old boy, wht
after sundry futile efforts to stir hi
| unc1e's enthusiasm in his acrobatit
1 achievements, had given it up, AMI
t was now lying on his back on thu
grass. A straying humble bee hummet
] discontentedly as he Numbered in ant
out of the crimson cups of the holly
hooks, standing like gaily rosetteC
maypoles against the wall.
: Still the silence held, and at las
the boy sat UP holding his knees;
then with all a child's diplomacy h
tried again to attract attention.
!. Would you like a smoke, Uncle
; Jim?'
!. mo, Ronnie, thank you," the MAJ
replied absently.
!. The boy heaved a big sigh, and
after looking at the Thoughtful face
, steadily for some time, said desper
ately: What are you thinking about
uncle?"
; Almost mechanical, Tranton an
swered: I'm wondering why every
thing is in such a frightful muddle.
Ronnie sprang to his feet, and look
ing round the garden said with wide
lopen eyes:
L don't know what you mean, Uncle
Jim; the gardening man was here
) yesterday to make it tidy cos you were
coming. II but a shout of laughter
cut him short. The look of surprise
| on the boys face wrinkled into mer
: riment.
? rs it a puzzle, uncle?"
: Eyes, Ronnie, but too big a puzzle
for you to understand, and your pool
: old uncle cant find an answer to it
so we'll give it up, shall we, and think
of something else?"
| "Oh, NO don't think any more
: please, uncle; do have a game"
"Well, what shall it be? It's too
piping hot to run about, little chum