The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-03-11

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Eyes, it's very nice; but what a
pity you haven't the power to put
God in it,
There may have been slight
tremor in the. hand replacing the
chalice, but the deep voice that seem
ed toned to thrill souls to greater
love and reverence of the Almighty
answered, calmly:
"You have not one thing in your
church that we have not in ours, now
have your"
you forget the sanctuary lamp en-
tirely; but shure, what would We be
wantin' with a sanctuary lamp. It's
a pagan I'm gettin' to be-
"Ah! the sanctuary lamp! How l
dared every threat of my good
mothers, just to steal into a Catholic
Church to watch that little red
Pickering light! IL I but dared put
one here! Yet it would have no sig
nificance here; that's the truth"
I'm still praying for We, my boy
May the good Lord put We on the
right track at last"
Its sweet to know that | am re-
membered in such dear friends con-
verse with God; but, Mrs. Murray, you
have not told me yet what you think of
the new st. Pauls."
Its beautiful-as beautiful as those
roses here would be without any
scent. To me it's empty, boy" She
pointed to a bowl of velvety roses
bowling their crimson heads until they
touched the altar which they adorned.
'The dream of years-an empty
dream-the doubts that have been
mine during the past few weeks. 1t
would break the heart of my faithful
and beloved wife to know, and yet
she must know sooner or later,
suppose. I am wayering in my belief.
Your prayers have taken effect, so
to speak"
do you really mean yer on the
brink? Then thank God. Don't
worry. He will straighten out the
kinks in His own good way"
81 must tell the Bishop. After the
dedication ceremony tomorrow will be
SOOu time.
That's right, tell your Bishop to-
morrow, and l will pray with all my
might from now on"
The next afternoon Bishop and
Minister sat alone in the guest-room
of the parsonage. The Bishop was
saying kindly, yet firmly:
"You have only been working too
hard, Herbert. Drop everything. Go
away to some quiet place for a rest
and change. You will return, your
own self again, in a few weeks; but
tell me when did such thought first
enter your head?"
Il was always drawn toward the
Catholic Church, when a mere boy
risking the punishment of my stern
old aunt just to steal in to watch the
sanctuary light, or better still, for
Benediction whenever / dared; but
reading Catholic book, and some
remarks Mrs. Murray (kind old nurse
of my childhood) made to me yester-
day brought me to this crisis
Herbert, do you know, you are held
up as an ideal, for my other ministers
throughout the entire diocese; your
magnetic personality and thrilling elo-
quence, coupled with good sense which
has kept your head level i'll spite of
the praise showered upon you, have
made you a minister second to none,
But when can you leave, Herbert?''
II can go this evening. The sooner
the better, | suppose"
1t was a few days later that Bishop
Rowland received the following letter
from Herbert Turner.
"My Dear Bishop:
"When | left the field of my labor
my conscience did not remain behind
me. l can no longer be an Episcopa-
liam minister and teach a faith con-
trary to my own belief. / must be unit
ed with the Catholic Church, though
fear it will break my Wife'S heart to
learn that l have left the ministry,
the faith i'll which her soul was SO
deeply rooted; but we're it to ruin
my domestic happiness, it cannot
be otherwise. | must be true to my
own souls impulse. Before this
reaches you l shall be Catholic
Thanking you for your kindness
and fatherly counsel in the past, |
WilK close, begging to remain
Always your friend,
Herbert Turner"
Not long after the dispatch of the
letter to the Bishop, and while Her
bert was bordering how best to
break the news of his conversion to
his wife-whether to write her or wait
until his return home-a letter was
brought to him by special delivery.
1t bore his address in his wife's
writing. What news, he wondered,
did that delicate blue envelope enclose
for him? Had she already heard of
his conversion? He tore open the
envelope and this is the message
which he drew forth:
my Dear Herbert:
con the day after your departure,
while rearranging some flowers on
your desk at midday | found book.
Its author was unknown to me. I
sank down into your big armchair to
become acquainted with this new
found friend of yours, and there l
remained till it was time to turn on
the lights. The author was Cath
Ole, Herbert, and truths of the doc
trine of the Catholic Church struck
me with such force that it fairly
stunned me. Three times did / read