The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-12-14
WET WASH LAUNDRY

minutes is all ask before / die,
Father"
And how do you know that God
will in His mercy extend to you five
minutes after all these wasted mo-
ments Of grace? Can you answer He
will allow you even one minute? John
be careful! These years of service
for Him have taught me one great
lesson, If no other.
God Is not Knocked. Long will
He knock at a heart, but one day
there's time when He ceases. Then
He leaves the soul to follow it's own
hayward course TO it's unhappy end.
We missionaries have sometimes been
witnesses Of such things. But | see
| cannot persuade you" and the holy
old priest sighed and held out his
hand.
May God bestow one more grace
upon you, and / pray our Blessed
Lady may awaken you to a sense of
your danger, trifing thus with Gods
sraces! Goodbye"
Father Paul mounted his burro and
bounded into the gathering darkness.
He had advanced scarcely thirty feet
when the voice of Burton brought the
priest to a sudden halt He turned
the head of his unwilling burro to
the shed and quickly dismounted.
Father, I'm decided. After all
there's no real reason why all should
not be made right tonight before you
go. I'm rather ashamed to call you
back, but maybe it's better"
"Of course it's better-what can be
better than making ones peace with
God"
Both passed into the house and an
hour later marriage ceremony had
been performed after the rites of Holy
Mother Church and the weary soul of
John Burton had sought the peace
found only in the tribunal of penance
When Father Paul returned to his
burro his heart was light and he felt
his hard trip into Hemlock Centers
had yielded precious fruit for the
Master. For many weary mile the
missionary wound about the mountain
trail, up and up till he reached the lit
tie Mission Abbey of Saint Maurus
in the heart of the Mes Perces.
He was cold and tired with the
journey, but he needed nothing, for
his heart rejoiced and his thoughts
were lost in the boundless love of
God and His infinite patience with
sinners. In his heart rang the joyful.
saving message: 20 Most Precious
Blood, source of Eternal Life, price
and ransom of the entire world! o
Inestimable Balsam springing from
the Fountain of Immense Love-
Thus in loving colloquy with the
Father the pious missionary reached
the mission. His faithful burro under
cover, Father Paul stole into the little
chapel and poured out his soul in
fervent thanksgiving over the return
of this wanderer to the fold, and an
hour later found the good Father in
peaceful slumber upon his couch of
poverty in the barren alcoye off the
little sacristry.
He knew not how long he had slept
when he was suddenly awakened by
heavy blows upon the rear door and
the boyish voice of someone calling:
Father Paul, Father Paul; are you
there?'
The priest arose quickly, opened
the door and beheld the ten-year-old
son of Burton who held the rein of a
trembling horse, painting from exer-
ton.
The boy was crying bitterly.
Can you come, Father?' he sobbed
brokenly Mother wants you. Papa
was instantly killed, a tree falling
through the roof of the barn while he
was doing chores tonight"
The devoted priest nodded in ST.
lence while he went to the shed for
his burro. In his soul surged the
words of Holy Writ Watch and
pray for We know not the day nor
the hour"
z. Marie R00e1. IN the catonc Sentinel