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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
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A True Story.
eated one late Autumn afternoon in my study,
I was thinking out a sermon for the following
Sunday, when I heard the door bell. My door
being ajar, I heard the maid answering a refin
ed female voice
"Yes, the Father is at home. What name shall I give
I did not hear the reply, but I was prepared when a knock
came to my door.
"Come in!" I said.
"Father, a young lady wishes to see you. Her name is
"Very well I'll be there," and I went to the modest
little parlor of the parish-house, where a young woman a.
rose and very courteously greeted me.
I had never seen her before, but her unmistakable air
of breeding and her educated language told me at once she
was a lady.
She began by apologizing for intruding. She was the
daughter of a Presbyterian minister, she said, a non-Catholic,
an Englishwoman, with very few relatives in this
country, and accidentally hearing that my maternal grand
parents' name was "Wildman," she could not restrain the
desire to speak to me, although she had never addressed a
Catholic priest in her life before.
I could not repress a smile, although I perfectly under,
stood her feelings; but I hastened to assure her that I had
not the most remote knowledge of my English ancestors,
my mother having died when I was very young, and my
father was' an American. Being born in this country I had
almost forgotten my mother's maiden name, or whether I
even had relatives in England,
She seemed infinitely surprised and declared it was not
that way, across the ocean. Kith and kin were sought for
and acknowledged to the last generation. As I could not
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