The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-08-19

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startled by the rapid beat of hoofs,
and around bend of the road ap-a
peared horse, coming at frightful
speed. behind it a carriage rolled from
side to side, while pale faced youth
chung to the seat.
George leaped to one side, but when
he saw that it was a runaway he threw
down the bundles he had been carry
ing and sprang forward AS he did
so there came piercing cry, and to
his horror he saw the carriage give a
sudden lurch, precipitating its occu-
pant out on the road. On came the
horse wild-eyed and with dripping
mouth. George leaped and caught at
the halter, the animal veered, then
settled back. 1t was the work of some
minutes before the excited horse be-
came calm, and then George ran for
ward to where motionless figure lay
| in the road.
He gave one look and started back.
The unfortunate youth was Owen Hol-
| lister. The pale face gave no sign Of
life. Murmuring prayer, George
hurried to spring close by and soon
returned with dripping handkerchief,
with which he bathed the face and
wrists of the boy.
By this time several farm hands had
arrived. Owen was carried quickly to
a neighboring farmhouse, while a doc
tor was sent for.
I'll attend to the rig" George as
| sured the men; and he turned to go
toward the carriage; but suddenly he
stopped. Something was lying along
side Of the pool of blood. He picked it
UP and gave joyous cry as his eyes
rested upon his own pearl handled
| pocket knife.
He did not question how it got there,
but hastily gathering his bundles, he
leaped hurriedly into the carriage and
drove rapidly to the handsome home
of Owen Hollister, where he informed
the boys parents of the sad accident.
| Many days did Owen lie in bed, how
Iering between this life and the great
beyond. One day he begged permits
sion to see the boy who had attempted
4 to rescue him. Owen was in very
weak state, and the doctors feared to
grant his request. Something, how
ever, was preying on the boys mind,
so they thought it good policy to give
the permission.
1t was clean, sweet smelling room
into which George was ushered early
one morning. Nesting among spotless
white pillows was the still whittier face
of Owen. The two boys conversed OF
brook and meadow, school and play
Owen had told how nicely Father Nc
Kenna had spoken to him when he
was called to his bedside. At last
Owen pulled his visitor feebly toward
him.
George" he whispered, "I've beer
a cad. IL deserve to die. 1t was
| who stole your knife, and now-noW
when wish to return it, it is gone.
would feel better flood be praised
George, you have it," he said as
George showed him the knife and ex
planned how he found it. Owen said:
"The thought that you would never
see it again has been on my conscience
L
prayer for me?" -.,. .... ,...
The eyes of George grew moist, his
voice quivered in spite of his effort tC
keep cool, as he answered: "It's all
right, Owen. l did not forget you
I've been making a Novena ever since
the accident. The days are fine now
and the boys are waiting for you to
get better. God grant that you will
soon be your old self again.
The sick boy sighed. George" he
said, II won't want to be my old sell
again. I intend, if it's Gods will that
I get better, to put on the new man,
as Christ has said somewhere-I-l
feel tired, George"
The boy closed his eyes languidly
Through the half open window came
the sweet aroma of departing sum
mer.