The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-02-18
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picking up! II he could only get mon
ey enough to support "a few catechists,
rebuild his church and little school
on a better site which had been offer
ed to him and which. was ON a hillside
and safe from the foods, he might be
able to save hundreds Of souls; but he
was powerless for lack of funds and
the Protestants, backed by millions Of
ready money, would take possession
of all those precious souls, who would
have been only too glad to learn the.
one true Faith. II have appealed to-
the Propagation of the Faith and 9TH
ser mission centers," he continued,
but they have so many similar calls
Tor assistance that they can only send
me a mere pittance. AS was kneel-
ing in fairly agonized prayer before.
the Blessed Sacrament this morning.
it seemed to me that our dear Lord
told me most distinctly to apply to!
you and even assured me that you
would be the good angel to come TO
my assistance and save these precious
souls for whom He died upon the
cross. Can you do something for me
or rather for my poor Chinese? lam
sure God would reward you a hundred
and hundredfold, and think of the
merit you would get by helping me
save, not one soul, but perhaps many.
hundreds! know you are not a
wealthy woman, but also know your
devotion to Gods glory and 1 feel
sure you will do all you can. The
sum of one thousand dollars would
set the whole mission on its feet
again, enable me to send catechists in
all the surrounding country and gath;
ter a great harvest Of converts. Could
you not get some of your. wealthy pa:
irons to give for this purpose? know
| can rely on your doing all you pos.
sibly can and thank you and bless
you a thousand times beforehand for
anything you can do. Most truly yours
in Jesus Christ hilbert Morgan. y :.
A vague fore oding had knocked at
her heart even before she opened the
letter, and after reading it, she fairly
Istaggered3in a chair and sat there,
her face buried in her hands, too sick
at heart, too miserable for tears. 4.
I A thousand dollars! & He wanted a
thousand dollars! just the sum she
was about to spend selfishly on her
own pleasure! And our Lord had in
spired him to write to her, had told
him she would be<the good angel to
Isave those hundreds of souls. What
a wonderful work that would be, and
she had always longed to do something
great for Gods glory; and yet !.
Oh, she could not give UP her cher
ished plan /. she could not send
Thin all her money! Perhaps he ex-
taggerated ;. =. but no, she knew
him too fWell, knew he was entirely
reliable and not man to be carried
laway by false hopes or fears. Might
she not give UP part OF her trip. and
send him, say, five hundred dollars
out Of those hard earned savings, the
savings of ten years! Had she not
already given to- God the half of all
ishe could put by, and was not that
tenough? " Did. He really demand this
great sacrifice of her when there were
so many rich folk in the world, to
whom a thousand dollars would mean
nothing? And yet our Lord had told
Father Morgan to appeal to her -.
to her! She felt as il the world were
crumbling around her. and as if she
1 would die if obliged to give up her
"Trip. Yet if she took it, knowing OF
this great opportunity to help. could
she enjoy it? Would not her con
Iscience be tormenting her, would she
mot see in her mind the poor Chinese
ileft to their pagan rites or focking
Ito the Protestant Church? But this
was all a scrup1e, she had a right to.iler
money, she had already given far
imore than most people st
| And thus she argued and struggled
within herself all Saturday and Sun.
day, stunned, dfy-eyed, with a vague
feeling Of hopeless misery. Then on
Monday morning, as she knelt forshef
thanksgiving after her daily Commun.
ion, she was able to- throw herself for
ta while into her dear Lords plying
theart and there, confiding her disap-
pointment to her best Of friends, she
wert uncontrollably. Then, as soon as
the bank was open, she hurried to get
| a draft for the thousand dollars and
tmailed it registered to the good mis-.
sioner. She had expected that at
least her heart would be filed with
spiritual Joy after making this great
effort, but no, even that comfort. was
denied her, all seemed darkness and
bitter sadness in her heart, every hope
land joy seemed to have vanished out
of her life, and she felt tempted to re-
| peat the words Of her Divine Master
ron tile Gross, My God, My God! Why
Ihast thou forsaken me"
Night after night, she lay in utter
misery and finally sobbed herself to
fsleep, and in spite of her efforts to
fappear as usual, her friends and pu,
| pills wondered at her pale face and
Iligfless manner during the day. and