The Columbus dispatch., 1921-09-28

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Il have nothing"
) "fhey will kin you"
"a poor old priest who passes By
! muttering his mummery? Nonsense
} what good would that do them?"
"oh, good gracious, if You were t,
meet them!"
q would ask them for aims fol
my poor"
"Monseigneur, do not go. In Hea
ven's name do not, for you expos,
your life"
"My good sir" said the bishop
sis that all? | am not in this world
to save my life, but to save souls. =
There was no help for it, and he
set out only accompanied by a lad,
who offered to act as his guide. His
obstinacy created a sensation in the
country, and caused considerable
alarm. He would not take either his
sister or Madame Maglorie with him.
He crossed the mountain on mule
back, met nobody, and reached his
good friends, the goat-herds, safe
and sound. He remained with them
fortnight, preaching, administering
the sacraments, teaching and mortal
izing. When he was ready to start
for home he resolved to sing a TIE
Deum pontifically, and spoke about
it to the cure. But what was to be
done? there was no episcopal orna-
ments. All that could be placed at
his disposal was a poor village sac
risty. with a few old faded and pinch
beck-covered chasubles.
''Nonesnse,' said the bishop; "an-
nounce the TIE Deum in your sermon
for all that. 1t will come right in
the end"
Inquiries were made in the sur
rounding churches; but all the mag
nificence of these humble parishes
would not have been sufficient de-
Gently to equip cathedral chorister.
While they were in this embarrass-
ment large chest was brought and
left at the curacy for the bishop by
two strange horsemen who started
again at once. The chest was opened |
and found to contain cope of cloth
of gold, a mitre adorned with dia-
monds, an archiepiscopal cross,
crozier, and all the ponti-
fical robes stolen month back from
the treasury of our Lady of Embrun.
In the chest was paper on which
were written these words: "Cravatte
to Monseigneur Welcome"
"Did l tell you that it would be all
right?" the bishop said, then he ad-
ied with a smile, Heaven sends an
cope to a man who is
,ontented with a cure surpfice."
"Monseigneur," the cure muttered,
with a gentle shake of his head
Heaven Or"
The bishop looked fixedly at the
,ure and repeated authoritively,
'Heaven!"
When he returned to Chastelon, and
al along the road, he was regarded
Il, ously. He found at the presby- :
cry Of that town Mile Baptistfne and
Madame Magloire waiting for him,
md he said to his sister, "Well, was
light? The poor priest went among
hese poor mountaineers with empty
,ards, and returns with his hands
ull. | started only taking with me
~ confidence in Heaven, and | bring
ack the treasures of a cathedral"
The same evening, before retir-
ng, he said, too, "NeVer let us fear
obbers or murderers. These are ex- :
esnal and smaller dangers; let us
ear ourselves; prejudices are the
cal robbers, vice the true murderers.
he great dangers are within our :
elves. Let us not trouble about :
What threatens our head or purse, and
My think of what threatens our :
oul." Then, turning to his sister, he
dded, "Sister, a priest ought never :
o take precautions against his neigh :
or. What his neighbor does God :
so let us confine ourselves :
e praying to God when we believe :
bat a danger is impending over us. :
ct us, pray, not for ourselves, but :
nat our brother may not fall into :
rror on our account" :
Events, however, were rare in his :
xistence. We relate those we know, :
ut ordinarily he spent his life inl=
lways doing the same things at the :
ame moment. a month Of his year :
ssembled an hour Of his day. As s
, what became Of the treasure Of :
mbrm cathedral, we should be 8
realty embarrassed If questioned on s
rat head. There were many fine :