The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1920-01-17

: Not much. m sorry you're tired,
though. I'm accustomed to the long
walks, myself. Barth hasn't, any
street cars-yet.'
Emma Ann wondered if it hadn' t
any taxis, either, but delicately re.
Trained from asking, though she
thought harder than ever of her own
convenient little limousine and re-
solved that she would never again fail
to appreciate it's worth. What funny
little rows of houses" she remarked
This is the factory district" her
brother explained.
"Oh, yes" returned Emma Ann. Il
was in one once,-at home. And once
l wanted to go down where James
was, but Father wouldn't let me. Said
it was full of germs down there
Her brother laughed. Emma Ann
was. always so serious. Martha will
have supper waiting for us. She's
sure to have something good. l told
her about the tarts. You see,
haven't forgotten what greedy baby
you always were for tarts. Do you re-
member the ones Mother used to
make for us?" The young priest re-
turned to the subject of his mother
eager to hear Emma Ann tell him
more about the beloved home he had
left, but Emma AIMS thoughts were
in other channels, and she missed the
eagerness in her brothers voice.
"Oh, dear, such a lot of slush," was
her comment.
Such little thin shoes, rather" re
turned her brother. Girls out here
in the west wear heavier ones. Let
me help you across. There! This is
the place. Welcome to my rectory.'
''This?" exclaimed Emma Ann, al
most in alarm 20 brother Francis!-
this?"
This and none otner,' he assured
her
We'll, it isn't much of rectory,'
she said obviously, and wondered why
her brother laughed. Emma Ann
wasn't much given to seeing the hu
NOR of things. She was nearly al
ways serious-like her father.
In the west, we call it shack
explained her brother. But mine is
larger than some of the others.
have three rooms. And that is my
church, over there" he indicated
pausing, as he lifted his hat.
"Oh," exclaimed Emma Ann again
ooh brother Francis!-that?"
Even that" returned her brother
Il see there are going to be lot o
surprises in Barth for you, Emm;
Ann, dear, but come in. Mr.. Rogers
will bring your baggage after the fac
tory closes. He owns his own burr'
and cart
"Yes?" responded Emma Ann vague
ly, shivering a little as they entered
the house.
The supper was good, as her brothe
had promised, even though they ate il
, what seemed to be the kitchen, ant
Martha, voluble the while, served tn
food from a queer little stove in th'
corner; even though Emma Ann hat
never before eaten with a three-prong
ed fork nor drank from any but tn
daintiest of china. And you may a
| well know that she surreptitiousl,
tucked her little feet up on the round
of her chair to, protect them from tn
cold on the floor.
Her brother chatted pleasantly t
her while they ate. And his dear, ia
miliar face. seen after an absence o
| more than year, checked a certai1
sense of inconsistencies that wa
threatening to we'll up in Emma Ann
heart.
After supper, while her brothe
went to close his church, Emma AM
sat alone in what seemed to her to b.
a combination of nothing-at-all room
Emma Ann occupying the only poss
BILE chair in the room. In front of he
was large, ungainly stove which al
! peared to be making spasmOdic effort
| to dispose of some latent heat, an
Emma Ann soon felt the effects of hi
| efforts upon her delicate face. Sh
moved a space away from it, but wa
| Immediately treated to disagreeabl
chill in the atmosphere for which sh
could not account. Emma Ann di
not know the liabilities of a stove
and a secondhand stove at that
compete with an ultra-modern furnac
in the distribution of heat.
Martha threw open the door, an
left it ajar. We'll let our room war;
up" she announced genially.
Emma Ann glanced up, startled
She was not accustomed to being thu
addressed by those who served her.
and l must tell you l had tim
getting a cot" Martha rambled OF
His Reverence said you would hav
to have a place to yourself, SO got
cot for me--from my cousin, Till
Jones. She was the only person VIII
could spare one"
Emma Ann pucked her pretty brow
in wonder as she moved nearer tn
spasmodic stove once more in orde
to escape the draft from Martha
open door.
I'm to stay here while you're here
to help out, you know" explaine
Martha.
You mean my brother has n
housekeeper? asked Emma Ann, vol
ing her wonder