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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, March 01, 1910, Image 10

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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
The Sister gave him her crucifix; he looked long at it, and
held it tightly. After the prayers for the dying were said the
Sisters returned home to pray.
At noon the message came from the priest: "Charlie died
at eleven o'clock. I was with him and gave him the last ab
solution. He was conscious, and said to me, 'It was Bessie's
prayers; tell her I died happy.' "
I found myself absorbed in the closely written pages of this
long letter, and when the superior came into the room I did
not hear her.
"Father Alexander, Bessie knows it all. I told her what
was in that letter, and she is as radiant as an angel; won't
you go to her, Father? She wept with joy and excitement,
but she is calm now."
I went to Bessie's bedside. It was true. Her face was
angelic, her soft, dark eyes were full of heavenly light, and her
delicate face was rosy with joy. I never saw a face more beau
tifulshe seemed more of heaven than of earth.
"Oh, Father Alexander!" she cried; "God has been so good
to me. Charlie has come back, and we will both be home to-,
gether. "Father," she said solemnly, "I have nothing more
to do now; 1 hope I'll go home soon. Bring our Lord to me
and anoint me."
I was startled, but I would not show it. 1 said:
"You are excited, Bessie; you must await God's will. He
has indeed been good to you. Won't you stay with us and
offer your thanksgiving to Him?"
"I cannot," she said; "my mission is ended. My heart
longs to see my Lord and tell Him my gratitude."
"Well then, Bessie, tomorrow I will bring our Lord to you,
and if you are worse I will anoint you."
"Thank you, Father," she said, simply.
1 went on my round of duty, but try as I would, 1 could not
keep my thoughts away from Bessie. They told me her suf
ferings that night were excruciating. She bore them with
sweetness, almost with joy. Now and then she would say

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