The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1917-05-19

We're both to blame" Mrs. Roch-
ford fastened to explain; Il just as
much as you. Some one must give
in, and why not we, who really or
ganized the work and are responsible
for bringing these women together?
They are all nice women-splendid
women, some of them"
But so pigheaded,' Mrs. Ryan in
terjected plaintively. i never met
such an obstinate crowd. | don't be-
lieve. if we could give in, that the
rest of them could agree on name
I'VE might try" Mrs. Rockford sug-
gested boldly. why not take vote
on it,"
Well" slowly. 1t was plain Mrs.
Ryan was not so sure about the ex-
pediency of this. Very WE'LL she
added after a moments thought. I'll
| tell them today to come prepared
next week to vote on the question OF
| the name"
But it was Mrs. Rockford VINO told
the ladies, at Mrs. Ryan's suggestion.
you have more tact than | have, she
said smiling. They were going to arbl-
trate the matter, Mrs. Rockford an
nounced playfully, by putting it to a
vote, and every woman was expected
| to make a valiant effort to select a
name that would be acceptable to the
majority. Differences were to be sunk,
she implied, that their beloved orgam-
cation in which they had labored so
long together and to such good effect,
might have a proper name and proper
standing in the community.
Much animated discussion followed
| the announcement, and the needle
women, dispersed clearly pleased at
the opportunity to select name in
such a business-lke manner.
Little Virginia Rockford had called
at the guild room for her mother, and
the two walked home with Mrs. Ryan.
Virginia giving an alert ear to the
news of the afternoon.
do you know what Mrs. Polaschek
said to me that timer" Mrs Ryan was
saying, laughing vexedly. THAT she
was going to mail me a life, of St
Hedwig. She knew if | read it.
Both women stopped to laugh. Then
they went on recounting sundry anus
ing things. And that little Mrs. Heg
elheimer, she said"
'''And pretty Mrs. Sampson, she still
thinks that st. Rose"
Mrs. Fender, now, she's perfectly
willing to arbitrate, but she would
i love to have us call it the Ozanan
guild
, "a absolute confusion of races,
Mrs. Rockford ended up helplessly.
But mother" queried Virginia
curiously, who had evidently heard
, some war news, isn't there an!
neutral saint?"
: The eyes of the two women me
5 over the child's head, "a suddel
t shocked shame in both their depths
2 "'Out of the mouths of babes,
l breathed Mrs. Ryan softly.
. That's our cue for u.s. Virginia
! mother answered.
e There was very good crowd OF
0 the day of the voting-nOt the full
J. strength of the guild, but fine rer
e resentation. Father Fender, at Mrs
" Ryan's invitation, was presiding, t
n give dignity to the proceedings an
e to count the votes. Every lady, h
S directed, was to come up and dro
l. her vote in the ballot box, a paste
n board receptacle of not too generou
o proportions, but quite large enough t
It hold in the neighborhoOd OF hu1
r dred slips of paper. There were al
e parently about seventy-five present
e In order to have no confusion
was decided to have them come u
q alphabetically, Father Fender calm
! the names from the membership lis
el After the first two or three ha
h passed Father Pender got the impres
J. sion, with decided mental jar-tha
d some of the ladies were depositin
k unusually bulky slips. Thicker ps
j. per, l suppose" he ruminated hope
O fully; only to have this hope smartl
n dispelled by the next voter who qule
" ly and without any circumlocution, a
.. it were, laid three or four slips in tn
d box.
d Father Pender opened his lips wit
+ vague intention of demonstrating G
9, something, but what can you say to
broad disappearing back? Anyhow, Q
the instant he thought better OF i
- THAT wouldn't do at all, he r.
- minded himself, now in considerabl
= of a panic, for the slips, two, tire
:, and four to woman, which Shove
decided inclinations to overflow Q
!, the table.
Il This is a terrible state OF affairs
n he thought severely, well know
d line setting itself between his draw
Il brows, line which became deepe
4 and more incredulous as Mrs. Rya
n herself walked jauntily up and d.
Is posted a neat and compact httl
u bundle-but Enthusiastically bundle
4 yotes-into the mass of slips. Til
d was too much!
lie "One moment" he said to Mr.
III Ryan imperatively, "just wait here!
" Then, Ladies'" he said, i have NJ
10 ticed somewhat to my surprise, to pt
x it no stronger, that majority of yo