The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1920-11-27

was the cOlOny,
and further, as a genius at "manag-
ing" if she took it into her head that
Mary Daley should come over-well,
there was mo telling Mrs. McGan
said to herself noncommittally but
hopefully.
With this in her mind when she ran
into Mrs. O'Dea's on the morrow it
was inevitable that the subject of the
Dugan family and the possibility of
Mary Daley coming to America should
be discussed. Mrs. Casey, who was
| there at the time took the subject with
her when she ven home.
In a few days the entire colony was
talking about the coming owe of Mary
Daley. Some had heard it as a fact,
others as a possibility, but all reports
| agreed that Mrs. Doyle was going to
see to it.
| dams that the report reached Mrs.
| Doyle, and Mrs. Dugan herself was
| present. Mrs. Doyle was vexed for she
had not given the matter any further
thought-the problem seeming too diff
icult even for her. Her first impulse
was to deny the story promptly. But
| the sudden lighting up of Mrs. Dugan's
countenance, succeeded by the wistful
| recognition of impossibility, touched
| Mrs. Dugan to sudden resolve.
She spoke out quickly and calmly:
1T might be managed"
Mrs. Dugan gasped. But Mary sent
me the little she'd saved when 1 need
| ed it and twill be long indeed till she
| gets the sum together again."
Mrs. Doyle laid a masterfnl hand
| upon Mrs. Dugan's knee: "'Twill be
| managed" she assured her succinctly.
| Mrs. Doyle knew that the passage
| money and the extra amount needed
to bring Mary across the continent to
| the colony in the West would be a
| serious sum in a neighborhood where
there was so little ready money, where
trade and barter were the rule and
| actual money the exception. But she
had committed herself and her
| reputation as a manager was at stake;
having once taken a burden upon her
| shoulders the zest of accomplishment
entered her soul, and already plans
began to simmer in her mind. While
| the neighbors who were present crowd
| ed about her with flattering exclama-
tons and praise, she was rapidly figur-
ing out just how much each one of
them could contribute in cash to a
project she had thought Of; and while
she answered them jokingly her busy
mind was winging swiftly through the
village probating the resources of the
inhabitants.
Well, it's a providence we didn't
kill the big turkey last week as we
thought of doing" she told her hus-
band as they drove home.
"Why is that now" inquired Doyle
surprised.
We'll need it for the raffle," she
told him.
where's the rattle, thin?" asked
Doyle b%ewildered.
"Twil1 be at st. Brendan, at the
Shamrock Inn" and Mrs. Doyle pro-
ceeded to explain.
Mrs. Latin was more than willing
whin l was talking it owe today and
we planned the whole thing. Therell
be a bite to eat, and O'Rourke will be
there with his iddle-sure it's a long
time since we've had a gathering of
any kind and they'll come from every
where when we send out the word"
1t was as Mrs. Doyle prophesied, and
her praises were on all tongues, for
the opportunity of doing a charity and
having a good time while doing it
brought people from near and far.
The bite to eat proved an abundant
array Of good things, the Tilt OF
O'Rourke's music e%nlivened the spirits
of everyone, and the rafting of tie
turkey was the GROWING excitement
of the evening.
When it was all over a few of the
neighbors fingered while Mrs. Doyle
counted the money.
. 1--we all but ten dollars" she told
them, looking perplexed at the same
time, for she knew everyone had done
his best in contributing, and the need
!, ed sum, though small, would be hard tt
! get now. If
"Just ten dollars is all that's need
ed" echoed little Mrs. Lafflin, thought
fully. There was a pause for a mo
ment while each one of the grouI
meditated. :.
Then a voice broke the silence: "Il
: give the ten dollars"
Every one looked in mute surprise
at Cluehy, who had spoken. Cluch!
! was considered a queer character
> some thought him simple. He wa
> careless and t%hriftless, credulous an
y slow in mental processes. He neve
had anything, and was always bein'
helped by some one Now he wa
= promising the astonishing sum of tel
dollars!
McGan turned to him bluntly: "An'
0 where'H y get it, thin," he asked
voicing the thought of the rest. .
sCluehy's good-natured face went
s little blank. He had spoken out of tn
e kindness of his heart rather than wit
thought to his pocketbook, which wa
empty, of course.
ri But some childlike quality of hi
g mind rallied to a stubborn insistence
"Oh-'twill come-'twill come" h
nodded cheerfully, while the other
looked at each other blankly.