The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1922-02-11

Joy, her idol. OF course, he must at
once start for the south to attend the
funeral, but she and Alice would look
after her
Only too glad to be of use, Mrs
Newton promised to do all she could.
She was surprised at the sweet, brave
way Mrs. O'Donne1l bore her sorrow.
She was SO gentle and patient and re-
signed. She turned to God for
strength to bear the cross, and surely
resignation, loving, trustful accept
ance of Gods will was given to her.
There were letters Of sympathy from
friends, the usual kind expressions;
but one lady sent card-a Mass card,
stating that the Holy Sacrifice had
been offered for Father Nal. and Moth
ing gave his mother such comfort.
She was holding this caid in her hand
when Mrs, Newton entered her little
boudoir-a grand, old-fashioned room,
part of an octagon tower, the only
portion of the ancient castle that had
not been destroyed when Essex car
ried out the orders of Queen Elizabeth.
Mrs. O'Donnell handed the daintily
Illuminated sheet to her friend. Deli.
cate Celtic tracery framed the beauti.
fully printed words. Mrs. Newton
read, but she could not understand
the value that faith attached to the
Offering of the Mass. 1T must be
wonderful thing" she said. "The
Mass seems SO much to YOU. Does
this really console your"
you cannot know what it is. Gen.
turtles ago, this room belonged to Maui
reen o'Donnell, and she gave her life
rather than betray where an old
priest was hiding, just because he was
the minister who was to offer the
Holy Mass. See from this window
the rocky height at the end of the
lawn. There the soldiers dragged
Maureen, girl of Is: they put
stake in the ground. tied her to it,
and riddled her with bullets. She
gave her life that Mass might be said.
She was glad to die. The O'Donnells
have chung to the Faith for which she
died, and not she only, but many of
her race. Perhaps some day you will
know what the Mass is to us. Only
this morning I learned that my son
died Immediately after saying Mass"
So, indeed, it had been. The Abbot
had written all details, and he had
written strange particulars. Father
Nal had told him that he felt called
on to offer his life for the conversion
of his brothers fiancee, and he had
asked permission to make that offer.
ing. After mature deliberation, his
request had been granted Some days
before his sudden call, he had made
the offering, and as he lay dying, he
told the Abbot that God had gracious
ly given him sign at the Mass that
day, and that the lady would soon
seek admission into the Church. OF
these later details, Mrs. o'Donnell did
not speak, not even to Hugh.
One morning, Alice asked at break,
fast who was the tall, slight girl, with
raven black hair falling in glossy
waves over her broad, low forehead.
She wore a strange dress of unbleach.
ed linen. On her left shoulder, she
carried a mantle Of the same mate
rial, the ends Of which were en-
broidered in a lovely Celtic design in
different colors. A fold of this cloak
was thrown mantilla-fashion over the
girls head.
As Alice described this visitor. who
she said was walking in the garden
when She had retired to her room for
the night, Hugh and his mother ex-
changed glances thus was it that
Maufeen O'Donncll had been seen by
"a few members Of the family but the
lady Of the house answered that she
had seen no one who corresponded
In this fInEcrinffnn