The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-06-10
MOTHERS LEGACY.

MOlHEN > LEOANl.
The signal had been given at ST.
Mary's parochial school. and long
rank of merry, frolicsome children
bounded into the school yard. Chill
dren whose black shining eyes and
ebony skin betoken their Ethiopian
lineage, A tall gentle-eyed nun is
standing near by smiling at the play
fitness of the little ones for whose
sake she left her home and loved
ones in far away city to become
Sister of the Blessed Sacrament for
Indian and colored people, to devote
her life to missionary work amongst
the red-skinned children of the forest
and darker-hued descendants Of ETH
opia. She stood with an amused
twinkle in the soft clear brown of her
down-cast eyes.
AS she slowly turned, a group of
small boys approached her, gesticu-
lating vociferously-
"Oh! Sister, Sister Angela" breath
lessly exclaimed bright-eyed little
chap, who seemed to be gifted with
perpetual motion, won't you please
finish that story you were reading to
us? Here comes Sister Agnes, she
can watch the other kids"
Nov, Wesley gently remonstrat-
ed Sister Angela, how often have
told you about using slang, you should
not call the children kids"
"Oh! Sister, responded Wesley,
with an apologize tone in his voice,
you see, Sister, all the fellers call
kids kids and if said pupils or
children they would call me Sissy"
very well, Wesley" said Sister,
"come and we will finish the story"
Sister Angela started towards the
steps and was followed by an eager
group of boys, who quickly seated
themselves on the ground and listened
with rapt attention to that beautiful
story of Tarcissus, the little martyr
of the Blessed Sacrament
"Oh! say, Sister," broke in Sam
my Simpson, a boy from the public
school nearby, that guy surely is
brave, he was a regular Teller for
sure, he kept going some when all
them other fellers was after him,
but, Sister, what did he have in his
bosom that he put up such a fight
for?"
At this juncture Sammy was inter-
rupted by a chorus of disguised
voices.
"Oh! say, kid, amt you stupid?
Don't you see he was pertectin the
Blessed Sacrament; them fellers that
was chasing him were all Pagans and
little Tarcissus was a Christian, he
was taking the Blessed Sacrament to
the prisoners in the Mamertine, but,
of course, you don't know nothin'
about it, Sammy, you amt a Cath
Ollie"
Poor Sammy looked disconnected,
but Sister Angela saw the look of dis.
appointment in the childish face and
said with a tone of deep sympathy:
Never mind, Sammy, our religious
instruction class will explain much
to you, then you will understand why
our brave little Tarcissus fought so
valfantly."
ooh; gee! Sister," said Ernst
Brooks, tell him, too, how the lit
tie saint fought and died and all the
rest" Just then the mother superior
crossed the school yard, the children
| f1ocked to meet her, and the story OF
Tarcissus was forgotten for the mo
ment The presence of Mother Teresa
was like lode-stone that drew all
hearts to her-young and old radiateG
in her smile-the wonderful magic Of
her words, the sympathy of her deeds
and the searchlight of her love
brought sunshine into the dark anG
shady places Of human misery. she
loved her black and beautiful ones
as she called them, and they in turf
loved her.
AS the Mother advanced towards
the group her eyes looked searchingly
into the various faces.
mo, Mother" replied Sister An
gela, in softly modulated tone, ,"l
have just heard that Walter Coleman
the father Of the children, is very i'll
and on that account the older CIR
could not come, the younger ones arr
too small to come alone"
Poor, dear children" sighed Moth
er Teresa; then she added, "WheI
school is dismissed today, Sister, WI
shall go down to see them, for feal
they are suffering and in distress.
Through the kindness and charity
of the Sisters. many homes had beer
made comfortable, many an aching
heart had found its trouble and pair
frightened by the cheering word Of
sympathy: not only comforting words