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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE
"It certainly would," was my reply. I thought a minute
and said: "Suppose you write to the Sisters in tittsburg.
They visit the hospitals. They would make inquiries. If
good is to be effected we must go about it quietly."
Her letter went that day, giving an account of Bessie and
asking the superior to ascertain if the man had a sister, and
what his sentiments were. But nothing was to be said to
Bessie till information was obtained.
Nearly two weeks elapsed. We were giving up hope and
were glad Bessie knew nothing about it, when the superior
came to me with a thick letter in her hand. I knew by hec
face there was news.
"Here is the reply to that letter, Father Alexander, and we
must tell Bessie at once. I will do so, while you read the
letter. It is quite a document."
She departed, and I learned that the Sisters in Pittsburg
had gone to the Southside Hospital, a non-Catholic institution,
and were received very kindly. They found that a man by the
name of Charles Horton was there. When told two Sisters
of Mercy wanted to see him, he was extremely unwilling, and
only after being urged, consented to have them enter his room.
He was weak and miserable and evidently not far from the
end. He was barely civil and declared he was not a Catholic,
and seemed so ill at ease that it was distressing to talk to him.
Finally the Sister spoke of the letter from St. Louis, and asked
him if he had not a sister there. Instantly his face changed,
and eargerly he held out his hand.
"Yes, oh, yes; I have. How do you know it? Is she well?"
"She" is praying for you every day. She is searching the
world for one word about you. She loves you as much to-day
as when you were a curly-headed little fellow, telling her your
The hard face softened more.
"Yes," he said, "that's Bessie just like her. How she
would hurry here if she knew."
"But she cannot come. Don't you know that she hurt her
back fifteen years ago, and is crippled ever since? Don't vou
know that she cannot move out of bed, but suffers terrible
agony of the nerves and muscles? And don't you know she