THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 501
lies there, sweet and patient, offering it all for 'Charlie,' beg
ging the Lord to bring him back to the Church of his boyhood?"
'She suffers that wav?" said the man. "God help me! She
was the most innocent girl that ever lived, and you say that
she has beeu suffering fifteen years for mc? O, Bessie, my
little sister!" said the poor fellow, tears rushing to his eyes.
The nun soothed him.
"Because she loves you so much she begged God not to let
her die, but to increase her pains to expiate your faults and to
bring you back to the Church."
"Faults!" he cried. "Sister, they are crimes! Crimes for
twenty years. 1 have led a wild life. I have never thought
of God except to curse His name, but now 1 feel as if my
heart was broken. Can I see a priest?"
"Indeed you can," said the nun; "and oh, how you should
thank this dear sister for this grace. Be comforted, and we
will send a priest here at once. Let me place this Sacred
Heart badge on your poor heart, and we will go home to our
convent and all the Sisters will pray for you and we will write
He held the Sister's "hand as she rose to go after a fervent
prayer at his bedside. Then promising to return next day,
the Sisters left. Before leaving the hospital they called up
to telephone one of the fathers of a neighboring monastery,
who promised to go at once to the patient.
Late that evening the telephone rang. The Father, who had
gone to the hospital, wished to tell the Sisters that poor Char
lie was a most sincere penitent. He had made his confession,
received the sacraments, and was waiting serene and happy
for death. He begged the father to ask the nuns to return.
There was joy in heaven and earth that night for the sinner's
return to God.
Early next morning the Sisters went to the hospital. Char
lie was still living, but fast approaching the dark river whence
those who embark never return. He smiled faintly, and laid
his hand on the little badge of the Sacred Heart, and then
whispered: "Tell Bessie it was her prayers. Tell her I felt
she was praying for me, and tell her I die happy, a penitent
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