The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-07-15

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Fleet thought for moment and
then said:
isn't a disbelief in Transubstantia-
tion really the root Of difficulty?"
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, can't say it is. / believe you
are right after all, old chap, and it is
disbelief in Reconsideration. I'll
could believe it for the one, but can't
for the numberless."
There was silence between them. for
some moments, then Fleet said with a,
sigh: If only I could help you! II
wish sometimes we had never started
discussing this, forl"I really believe
talking, does more harm than good very
often, and I.might be termed a. fwily
Jesuit trying to convert you I.
Tranton's rare laugh rang out.
"You! Why you were like tough
old oyater for-how long was 1.-TWO
years. We've known each other four,
haven't we? / had the greatest
difficulty in getting anything out of
you, and after all you haven't helped
| me much" .ta
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 silent
assurance, for his face as he turned
| it again towards his friend wore an
aspect of patient confidence. In the
i 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 certain point; past that can
not CO. Disbelief of one doctrine is
disbelief of all; and on this matter
nothing seems to help. i feel inclined
sometimes to chuck the whole bust
ness He rose to his feet "Whew!
How hot it is! suppose | had better
make a move / wish / were going
on the river with you this afternoon"
"Oh! l 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"
/ At the stations the friends parted.
| Suburban gardens are nearly all
alike, and the one in which Tranton
found himself an hour later was of the
usual pattern. A neat lawn surround
ed by neat gravel path, then by a
neat flower border, the whole enclosed
by neat wall of cold yellow brick.
The Clifton's garden had one redeem
ing feature, and that was huge old
! mulberry tree nader whose grateful
shade lay Tranton in a deck. chair
deep in thought with. his hands clasped
behind his. head. He seemed uncon-
Escious of a six-year-old boy, who, after
sundry futile efforts to stir his uncle S
enthusiasm in his acrobatic achieve
Iments, had given it up, and was now
lying on his back on the grass. A
straying humble bee, ! hummed dis
contentedly as he Numbered in and out
of the crimson cups of the hollyhocks,
standing like gaily rosetted maypoles
against the wall.
! Still the silence held, and at last the
boy sat up holding his knees; then
with all child's diplomacy he tried
again to attract attention.
would you like a smoke, Uncle
JIM"
i mo, Ronnie, thank YOU the man
; replied absently.
The boy heaved a big sigh, and
after looking at the thoughtful face
steadily for some time said desperate
ly:
What are you thinking about,
uncle?"
Almost mechanically Tranton an
swered:
I'm wondering why everything is
in such a frightful muddle."
Ronnie sprang to his feet, and look
| ing round the garden said with wide
open eyes: ..t-
Il don't know what you mean, Uncle
Jim; the. gardening man was here
yesterday to make it tidy COS you
were coming. =" but a shout OF
laughter cut him short. The look of
surprise on the boys face wrinkled
into merriment
rs it a puzzle, uncle?''
Yes, Ronnie, but too big a puzzle
for you to understand, and your poor
old uncle can't find an answer to it,
so we'll give it up, shall we, and think
of something else ~ .'s
"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
What's that you have in your hand?''
i The swift color mounted into the
boys face, but, he held out his hand
Its the lens from the magic lantern
you gave me" he said breathlessly.