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ing to every one and yet be one of those benighted Ca
tholics? Margaret was puzzled. She could only sigh, and give
her attention to her studies in the public grammer school
where already she had a record for cleverness annd talent.
And so the years passed on.
One Sunday she came home from her own church pale
and excited. Breathlessly she sought her aunt, who was
alarmed at her appearance. She loved the girl for her
sincere, honest character and her affectionate disposition ;
she appreciated, too, her talents and her success in her
studies. Anxiously she inquired what was the matter.
"Oh, Aunt Elisa! a dreadful thing happened to me to
day!" "What is it, dear?"
"Why, I went to church as usual this morning and I
leaned down when I reached my pew and covered my face
and prayed silently before service began. I always do that,
you know. In a moment, down in my deep heart, I heard
a voice; and yet, I was not speaking! It was a heartfelt
thrilling voice, -resounding in my inmost soul and it was
praying it said, 'Lord, help Thou rny unbelief!' Instantly
I exclaimed in my heart, terrified, 'Lord, I did not say that!
I have no unbelief! I have true religion!' But the voice
would not be still! Like a deep bell, it sounded again and
again. It penetrated my soul, it forced me to make it my
own; and like a dim light breaking into a mist, I found my
self yielding to it! I uttered the words with my lips, 'Lord!
help Thou my unbelief!' And then, aunt," with shy hesi
tation now, she spoke, "then, something else happened "
"What, my child?" whispered Aunt Elisa, whose heart
was stirred and whose eyes were wet with unshed tears
ah! the sweetness, the mercy of God's dear grace in souls!
"What else happened, dear?"
"Why, I felt I must I must come to you and ask you to
take riie to your Church! I felt as if the Catholic Church
stood before me like a mother with outstretched arms!
Take me, auntie! I want to go where all shadow of unbe
lief is unknown! I I want to be a Catholic!"
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