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THE MISSIONARY CAREER.
"No earthly ambition," says "Cath olic Missions," "prompts young men to abandon the comforts of civiliza tion, to break family ties, and to launch into an existence of dire pov erty, danger and illness in a pagan land with but one goal, the sacrifice of even life for Christ's sake. It is a folly that seizes upon the enthusiastic natures of the aspirant missionaries and prompts them to enter the foreign mission field—the folly of the Cross." ANSWER OF JAPANE8E. A cultured but cynical Japanese, when confronted with divided non Catholic Christianity, politely remark ed: "Gentlemen, go home and agree among yourselves as to what you be lieve, and then come and preach to us!" They never had to say that to the Catholics. Long and honorable is the roll of martyrs for the Faith, mis sionaries and converts alike, in the Flowery Kingdom. Both in China and Japan, the Church is working on her old lines of self-evangelization. There is a goodly number of Japanese priests and nuns to help the European mis sionaries. In China there are at least six hundred native priests. SCOURGES OF THE CONGO. Writing to us of the Sleeping Sick ness in Loango, Father Christopher Marichelle, C. S. Sp., says of his ex periences when the dreadful scourge first appeared in that country: Every day, Father Derouet (now Bishop Derouet) and I set out to ex plore the jungle in search of the sick. Sometimes we found a poor victim left to die alone in the wilderness again, we came upon some fifteen or twenty hopeless sufferers who had dragged themselves away, to perish together. How happy they were when we arrested our steps beside them how grateful for the little aid we were able to bestow upon them how thank ful for our sympathy! While passing through a village one day we heard that a child and its mother, both of whom had been seized with smallpox, had been carried out among the hills and left in a ravine to die. We could gain but meagre direc tions as to the place where these poor creatures had been abandoned, yet we set out to aid them. Continuing on to a second ravine, we found the pitiable objects of our search. They reclined upon a miser able mat, and beside the mother was a basket containing a small quantity of manioc and a jug that had probably contained water. The woman could no longer eat, however, and the fre quent draughts of water wherewith she had sought to allay her fevered thirst had soon exhausted the contents of the jug. From our supply, I bap tized the poor sufferer and her child we also did what we could to alleviate their sufferings and then, with sad hearts, were forced to continue our journey. The following day, I went back to the spot. The child was dead and the mother had disappeared. Doubtless she haul dragged herself away, in the delirium of fever, to perish elsewhere. A MAGNIFICENT LEGACY. Quite recently the Catholic Church Extension Society was the recipient of securities in the sum of $15,000, the same being the bequest of a de ceased clergyman, who resided in Chi cago, the headquarters of the Society. This magnificent legacy was be queathed as a designated gift, portions of which are to be distributed to the various charitable activities of this Society, and also to the Indian Bureau, in connection with its work. A few weeks, ago the Church Ex tension Society also received from this estate ?2,000 in securities, for the purpose of having Masses said for the repose of the soul of the de ceased, thus making the total be quest $17,000. This good Father, al though no longer here on earth to lend his priestly assistance to the salvation of souls, has left that be hind him which will help to carry on the apostolic work to which he con secrated his life. CATECHISTS IN JAPAN. In Japan especially the catechist has a very important part in the apos tolate. He is as the right hand of the missionary, the indispensable auxili ary of the apostle from beyond the seas. There are two methods of at tracting the pagan Japanese toward the Faith: one is the system of public conferences that has been inaugurated, the other the establishment of friendly relations between the non-Christians and the catechist. At the present time the second method is productive of the more satisfactory results. It is difficult for the foreign missionary to become on terms of friendly acquaintance with a Japanese family, for the people hold somewhat aloof from the foreigners in their domestic life. The catechist is, however, a Japanese, and he appears to be the Instrument chosen by Providence to sow the seed of truth in the minds of his compatriots. His part .f similar MISSION FEELDSA to the vocation of the disciples of Our Lord who were sent, two by two, into various localities to prepare the way of Christ's visit to these places at a later period. FAR NORTH IN NORWAY. The Right Rev. J. B. Fallize, Vicar Apostolic, writing of his journeys in Norway, says: "Last year it was my turn to voyage amid the regions of the far north. My canonical visitation, it is true, ended at Hammerfest, but I decided to con tinue on, around Cape North, to Kir kenoes, on the Russo-Norwegian frontier, where the recent foundation of establishments for smelting ores may make it expedient to start a mission station there. "During the trip I saw from the deck of the steamer the towns of Vardo and Vadsom, and at Cape Nord kyn and Fanahorn we encountered a terrible storm. Aboard the ship were a young married couple on their wedding journey. They were Catho lics and expressed much delight at meeting their Bishop. "I was not to stop at Honningsvaag, but its hale pilot had been informed that I would be on the mail boat as we steamed past the promontory, I saw him and his good wife standing out in front of the house and saluting me by waving the national flag. "As we passed Magero Sound, I saw the Risvik lighthouse, whither Father Engelsen was called not long ago, for a marriage ceremony. There were peo ple on the rock, and they, too, made a demonstration of welcome. Cape North is far away from Christiania., the chief city of my episcopal see, but steam navigation, wireless telegraphy and the telephone are daily bringing all parts of the earth into closer com munication. Who knows but some day I may be called to bless a mar riage at the North Pole! Fortunately, however, at present I do not have to include the Pole as one of the sta tions for my episcopal visitation." ilALF A LOAF Men do not "gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles, neither do they expect to meet Beau Brummels in the breadline." Carter was, there fore, a good deal startled when the rough-looking man who had bumped into him began to apologize. "Hope ye ain't hurt. I was running because I'm late." Carter was standing on the corner watching the line of hungry men and women shuffling furtively into the mist, their shoulders wearing the dis couraged stoop that is the hallmark of the conquered, their torn, battered shoes making soft, clucking noises on the muddied pavement. "Oh, I'm all right," was his absent reply, his gaze still fastened on the bedraggled bread-line undulating into the foggy gloom of the November night like some hideous crawling rep tile that the slime of civilization had spawned. "I didn't get hurt." It was worth while seeing, he told himself—this midnight march of the hungry upon the great bakery where the day's unsold bread was given away and now that he had seen it he would go home to bed. So think ing he turned up his coat collar—for the fog had brought with it a fine drizzle—and came face to face with the rough-looking man, still waiting on the pavement. ran Hatless, collarless, gloveless, his appearance was the reverse of invit ing and Carter would promptly have evaded him but for two large red hands which barred his path as they motioned vigorously toward the re treating procession. "Come along," cried a hoarse voice. "You're next!" Carter shook his head. "No, I'm not I'm not going to wait." "Not going to wait!" The bread liner cast a quick, unbelieving glance at Carter's face, as though the remark passed the limit of the credible, and followed up the look with a knowing but friendly grin. "That bread's fresh—don't you wor ry. I've had a loaf fer three nights. There ain't no better in Noo York." Strangely enough Carter felt no in clination to laugh. For an instant he eyed the drab array, half-hidden in the shadow. Then, spurred by a vagrant longing for adventure, he stepped forward, pushed his. new ac quaintance in front of him. "All right—after you!" They had barely taken their places when other belated stragglers surged in behind them, and the line length ened anew. And as it lengthened, and the motley crew moved over the slip pery pavement, Carter found himself exchanging odd bits of talk with one and another, as if he were indeed a denizen of this gray realm of priva tion, and had no connection with the sunny world he was accustomed to view from the club windows. His clothing aided the illusion. He had strolled out, heedless of over coat, a cloth cap pulled down over his forehead and in the dim light he passed without comment. One of the policemen whose duty it was to keep the famished line in order did, Indeed, glanced sharply at him, then reassured by the artistic manner in which Carter drew his cap over his right eye, straightaway forgot him. The rear end of the procession now neared its goal—a gigantic bread bas ket, at the side entrance to the bakery THE CATHOLIC BULLETIN, OCTOBER 7,1911. Beside the basket stood two men handing out loaves of bread to the waiting liners. In the foggy drizzle electric light shed a dim, blurred radiance on the scene and the bread liners, snatching their alloted loaves with wolfish eagerness and then van ishing in the darkness, seemed, with their torn, weather-worn clothes, their sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, like the lost spirits of some unsung in ferno. The whole affair struck Carter, on a near approach, as decidedly unplea sant. Like most of the world, he had kindled at the story of the charity— the story of the kindly old German baker who, at twelve each night, had been used to feed the hungry with his unused stores, and who, in his will, had provided that the distribution should go on. But to see and feel the famished eagerness of the bread liners was quite another matter. Carter came to himself with a shock. His acquaintance had receiv ed his loaf, and was crossing the street, while before Carter himself stood one of the genii of the basket holding out another loaf. He had barely presence of mind enough to stammer a refusal and cross the street in the wake of his companion. That individual, who was hiding his share of the spoils beneath a shabby coat, looked around with a start. "Say, didn't you get one?" There was an unexpected touch of disap pointment in his voice. "Ain't they got any more?" Carter's reply was non-committal. "I didn't get one." The other finished buttoning his coat over the precious loaf, and swore softly into the night. Next he jerked his head toward the side street. "All right come along." Carter stood looking jifter him. "What do you want?" "Ah, get a move on! Don't be starin' like a monkey!" was the sharp reply. "I'm hungry." "I'm not Carter's tone was in patient. "Oh, you ain't, ain't you?" was the sarcastic rejoinder. "Then what was you doin' in th' bread-line?" "Oh, I—I—" stammered Carter. "Aw, cut it out, bo!" advised the other, kindly. "Me name's Carney, and I ain't down on a man because he's playin' in hard luck. Let's get on one of them park benches and have a bite to eat." Carter started in surprise. "Going to give me some?" "Aw, cut out that funny talk, bo," advised his companion, "Ain't I goin' ter give you half?" Carter whistled then he whistled again after which, temporarily de void of speech he trudged silently be side his companion, until they came abreast of a flaring restaurant where veal pies cost a nickel each and one could revel 'in the real chicory at two cents a cup. Carter recovered his selftposses sion as he gazed into the interior, where coffee cups that looked like relics of the Stone Age stood upon sloppy wooden tables that had strange secrets to tell. It was the four hundredeleventh "Original Beef steak John's." Words can say no more. Suppose we go in," suggested Car ter. The other swept him with a doubt ing eye. "Delmonico fer mine," was his sarcastic comment. Carter jingled some loose change in his pocket. "Suppose we go in," he repeated, "All right, bo," was the easy ans wer. But Carter, watching closely, saw that the effort to appear uncon cerned was shaking him like a leaf, and that his weather-beaten face had grown pale. Then the door opened and Beefsteak John drew the ineom gruous pair into his capacious bosom. When the loaf had been properly wrapped in a stray newspaper, the Original Beef—etc., did his duty, while Carter looked on and the waiter grinned in sympathy. And in the in tervals between a beefsteak pie and an Irish stew Carney told his story. What the story was Carter never was able to recall. He was too oc cupied in wondering at the fearful gastronomic feats being performed on all sides of him to do more than nod at the proper times. Besides, hard luck stories have a curious sameness about them they all boil down to Carney's last sentence—which was the first which caught Carter's attention: "An' so I lost me job." Carter had already risen to pay the bill when Carney proudly threw a tintype on the table. "That's the missus," he said, his weather-worn face softening. "I bet she felt good when she found that two dollars in the letter to-day." "Two dollars "Sure, I told ye that." Carney's tone was reproachful. "Didn't I earn it down in West street?" "Why didn't you get something to eat?" demanded Carter. "Didn't I have a loaf every night?" was the accusing reply. "An* hadn't I to put up a bluff to th' old lady?" Carter, cursed with the artistic temperament, cast a quick glance at the stout, wide-faced figure in the photograph, and drew back with a shudder. "Where have you been sleeping?" he asked. "Is it sleeping?" Carney was fol lowing the outlines of his wife's heavy features with a stubby forefinger, a satisfied smile upon his face. "In the park," he ended absently. It was then that, urged by a little vagrant quiver of emotion, Carter did a foolish thing—: exactly how foolish he quite failed to realize un til his invitation had been accepted and he found himself alone in hi# apartment with his new friend. (Continuedonstage7«, ,, Payson H. Gilbert Louis A. Gilbert Gilbert & Gilbert REAI ESTATE OUR SPECIALTIES ARB Mississippi River Boulevard Summit Avenue High Class Residences Acres Between the Cities GILBERT 6 GILBERT Germania Life Bldg., ST. PAUL John H. Hoffman BUILDER and General Contractor 188-190 FORBES AVENUB Cor. W. Seventh Street Office Phone: Tri-Sf ate 3870 Residence Phone: Tri-State 4014 ST. PAUL. MINN. Casey Pure Milk Co. CLARIFIED PASTEURIZED Bottled Milk a Specialty All our herds that we re« ceive our MilK from have had the tuberculosis test. 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