The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-09-07


the One True Church.
One by one the Jealous lay apostle
answered the innumerable and often
amusingly queer questions propounded
by the prospective convert. At last
it became evident to Linden that the
greatest stumbling block in the way
of his companions taking the final
step towards Rome was Finney's
childish and absurd disinclination TO
meeting priest. In fact, Finney adj
mitted that this was about the only
thing which deferred him from taking
instructions and being baptized a
Catholic.
DO you think priests are hob
gobblins?" laughed Ed.
NO." hastily corrected the other.
Il don't know why l feel as | do,
whether it is fear or reverence or
what; l simply know, that I have
never wanted to meet any of the
Fathers"
why, man alive" cried Ed, they're
the most human, the most SYM
pathetic body of people on the map
1t was in vain that Linden talked
and gesticulated and appealed and
reasoned. His eloquence fell on deaf
| ears. At last he became somewhat
piqued at what he frankly declared
was rank idiocy." Finney only
| laughed and remained unchanged.
When Ed knelt down to prayers
that night, somewhere in the neigh
borhood cuckoo was chirping twelve
| times. After saying the office which,
| as member of the Third Order of
Saint Francis he daily recited, Ed
petitioned Heaven on behalf of his
fractions pupil.
20 dear Cod" he murmured, his
| face aglow, give him to understand.
Please, please, grant him the neces-
sary grace"
Psalm after psalm and litany after
| litany, he read, all for the beloved
intention, until finally, worn out, he
fell asleep midway through the Fourth
joyful Mystery.
| An April shower-what an exquisite
| thing! So unused J. l.. Finney as he
| sat at his desk in corner of the
Standard Publishing Company's Office
| and looked lazily out the window,
vaguely trying to analyze the beauty
of the raindrops which were bouncing
on the sill and to think of word
which would adequately describe the
fragrance of, their scarcely perceptible
| scent
While he was thus engaged, in
another part of the room his friend,
Linden, was talking with the Superin-
tendent.
ED, do you remember my sending
| you out to Mount Saint Hilary's sew
eral months ago to see one of the
Fathers there?" asked the Superin-
! tendent
About the college Annual Yes"
What was the name of the priest
with whom you talked?"
Father Vendrone"
"Ah! That's it. One of them
| 'phoned me awhile ago but couldn't
catch the name. That's what it was
/ Father Nendrone. He said that we
had been awarded the job of printing
the Annual for the boys"
rs that so.' exclaimed Ed. elated.
I'm certainly more than glad to hear
it. had begun to fear we had lost
out. it's been so long since I sub,
mitted our bid
The Superintendent smiled, pleased
at the youths enthusiasm, and there
was immediately registered upon his
consciousness the realization that
Linden was one among the men under
his surveillance who appeared tc
manifest. genuine interest in the
welfare Of the, establishment
Father Vehdrone explained the de
lay. continued the older man. "The
Committee of Seniors who have the
matter in charge and for whom Father
1 Vendroile agreed to handle the print
ing of the Annual have been unde
cided On several, points. However
theg;shaYe reached conclusion now
and the job is ours; The COPY will be
ready for press ii less than a month
Why4T sent for you is this: the Fa
Their wants someone to go out and
talk the thing over with him tonight
! AS you went before, / suppose you
are the best to go this time un
i less
Across Eds mind flashed the mem
i orY Of his midnighf vigil of few