The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-03-04
THE sURGEs OF THE SEA.

Eugene Manning had proved himself.
And when she spoke her inmost
thoughts to Anne, She OWNED the
truth by the flush that tinted her fair,
sweet face. Yes, she told her mother,
she loved Eugene Manning; but al
though the warmest friendship exist
ed between them, she felt that his re
gard for her was no deeper than the
affection of brother. =.
One evening, Anne and Eugene were
returning from Vespers together. The
tang Of the sea pervaded, the air; With
a delightful freshness; the moonlight
softened and glorified everything. The
rising tide lifted the spray high into
the air and flung it in moon-silvered
shower against the dark rocks below.
Silently, they stood drinking in the
beauty of sea and sky. - -. ,e. 49,,
Eugene spoke softly: "One might
almost imagine that the dear Christ
had just passed over the waves and
left that glory on the waters where
His footsteps trod. What is that
verse in the psalms? Wonderful are
the surges of the sea. Wonderful is
the Lord upon the deep And surely
He came and saved me from the wa,
ters that terrible day-sayed me
through your prayers, Anne How
much owe to you. Never can l
thank you sufficiently Then, after
a brief pause: ANNE dear, I have
something to tell you H.
The girls heart leaped as he turned
his dark, earnest eyes to hers. Was
she at last to hear the confession for
(which she had hoped2 = zr
Anne. / am going to be a priest"
I A low cry; burst from her lips. His
arm encircled her shoulders as her
form shook with convulsive sobs.
/ He must not know, she repeated to
herself. he must never suspect her
(heart's secret. ~ E..4.1.-s: =.
She made a supreme effort to, con.
trof her feelings. W -r5..-..,s
s"Oh, Eugene, was so overcome by
this wonderful news. Oh, I'm glad
so glad" - -: =. ~, =
1 He held her, hand in a tender clasp.
Dear little sister Anne, / knew you
would be glad. For Is it not through
you this wonderful grace comes to
Tme, unworthy as am /. You will help
me by your prayers. won't you, to per-
I'severe that I may, stand one day at
Gods holy altar"
Her friends and associates never
dreamed Of the darkness and desola-
] or h1r
lgene went away to the seminary. With
characteristic REPLACEMENT, she sti.,
I fed her feelings and found her peace
in comforting others. The happiness
OF her beloved mother was ever her
first consideration. Then there were
/ the sick in the hospitals who always
looked forward to her coming. The
children of the Sunday school, too,
shared largely in her thoughts and af,
lection.
Instead of coming home during va.
cation days. the young man accepted
a remunerative position In the semi
mary town, and quite naturally, often
suffered from inconsistencies. Anne's
fcheery letters were source of Keen
pleasure. and his messages, In turn,
were eagerly. received and devoured.
Many were the sacrifices the brave
Egirl made. that she might be able to
send little gifts to Eugene. AS the
i years sped by. and ordination day ap-
preached, Anne began to realize that
time had assuaged her, once poignant
grief. She was glad now that Eugene
had heard and needed the call:
I"Friend, come up higher" And how
happy she felt to have been In some
degree, perhaps. an instrument in
Gods hands for the accomplishment OF
His designs. With joyous anticipa-
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