The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-01-01

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shone in the damp messy bitches, or
across the mountains where the pur-
pie heather bloomed and the golden
gorse famed against the pale blue sky;
the dear old people we went to see
and who were always glad to see us
and would make us have hot griddle
bread and tea; and the warm mat in.
front OF the big fire in the oak hall;
and the dear old master who used to
talk to- YOU! You remember 1t all, I
know you dot,
Pat did, and said so as plainly as
clear. sad eyes and pensively wagging
tail could speak.
II want to see it! I want to see
it, cried little Terry impatiently.
oh, mammie, can't we all go to Kill
leary for Kismas?"
No, darling; I'm afraid not" she
answered. 1t was the unspoken long
Ing of her own heart.
"Why?p with childish insistence.
Doesn't grandfather want us?"
Yes; some day, but not now, dear"
He looks kind and good"
meditated the little one, critically con-
,sidering the big portrait. IF he knew
we wanted very much to 60 I'm sure
he'd ask us. If could only see grand
father would ask him mineself!'
What is all this that Miss Impor-
lance is going to do?" asked mans
voice at: the door, and Jack Stanley
crossed to the fireside and stood look
ing down from his goodly height at
the pretty picture. In a moment his
quick eyes had noted the teardrops on
his wife's long, dark lashes. sWhy,
darling, she said, slipping his arm
round the top of the chair and fitting
up the lovely face to his, what is it?'
Miss Importance" slipped down on
to the rug with Pat, knowing full well
that when daddy wanted her mother,
everything else must 60.
Terry looked up into her husbands
brave, young face that strenuous,
clever face that was all the world to
her. "I'H tell you, Jack" she an
swered. Then she picked up little
Terry from the rug, and carrying her
off to the waiting nurse, despatched
her for her daily walk with Pat and
Jane in attendance.
| "A moment later she came back into
the room, a slender figure in dainty
gown that matched her eyes, and went
straight to her husbands side.
My little Irish girl is homesick, Z
he said tenderly, drawing her down
beside him on the couch.
You always understand, Jack she
| answered, leaning her head against
him contentedly. Something re,
minded me of Killeary this morning,
and i felt that if only you and Terry
and I could spend Christmas in the
dear old home with poor father, my
1 cup of happiness would be full.
Would you like to write again
Edear?' he asked. II do not mind, if
you want to try once more. There can
be no fear of your father inlputing
mercenary motives. I can provide
for my wife as she should be provided
for
Better! Far, far better!'' inter.
~upted Terry impetuously. 1T is
wicked, the money you lavish on me
Jack. have never been used to such
reckless extravaganza poor father
could not afford it,
And" he continued, smiling at hel
eager interruption, though I don't
ike suing to any one, with your father
t is different, and your happiness
ONES before everything else.
| Il will write again today she SAID
| hopefully, "and I will tell him how
GOOD you are to me, and how yor
rave fought and are fighting and
winning all before you, for me! And
* Il viii remind him, too, Of the old days
md perhaps, if he is lonely (pool
father!@ he will call me back at last
Meanwhile, little Terry proceeded
On her way, talking alternatively tt
lane and Pat in the soft, musica
tones she learned from her mother.
I'VE will go to the park, today
Jane she announced imperiously, and
| accordingly to the park they went
where the child, having insisted or
/ purchasing some biscuit, amused her
| self by feeding the ducks in the lake
| An old gentleman, resting on seal
near by, watched with an all-absorb
| ing interest Every gesture, every
turn of the little figure seemed
strangely familiar to him; and, as he
watched, Pat suddenly darted across
4 the grass to him, and, springing up
| began to Lick his hands and to eyinct
| every sign of glad recognition.
PATTI he exclaimed involuntarily
and the dog responded with bolster
GUS delight. @There could not be
| another dog in the world so like PATTI
| looking into the familiar, intelligent
face.
Don't go near the water, Miss
Terry called the nurse.
The old man started and trembled
| Terry" Who was the child with the
i voice, manners and name of the little
girl whom his young wife had loved
to clothe in just such dainty COLLIER
bawn cloak and hood twenty-five years
4 ago, and who was in charge of his
| old friend. Pat? She turned suddenly
with a biscuit in her hand to look fol
| dog, and revealed the little mobile
lovely face of his Terry of long ago
i With an uncomfortable impulse he
rose and crossed the grass to her
She saw him looming, Pat bounding
forward to introduce his two friends