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BAPTISTS PLAN SCHOOL FOR
CATHOLIC MEXICANS.
Young Chicago driest Fighting Sturd
ily to Keep the Faith Alive in the
Mexicans of Southwestern Texas.
Why is it that the Baptist Board of
Home Missions as well as the Home
Missions Board of all the other de
nominations must pay in the coin of
the realm for acquiring the simple
knowledge that they cannot make good
Protestants out of Catholics? In the
large cities the denominations are
peaceable enough, but far out on the
frontier points the very weakness of
their victims is as wine to their
veins. It gives them a daring that the
well-organized, adamantine Catholicity
of the cities fails to arouse. The ab
sence of danger is a stimulant to their
bravery. The Baptists have claimed
Texas as God-given territory, and the
"poor, misguided Romanists" are
looked upon in the light of Heaven
sent prey. Religious toleration, the
practice of it, at least, seems to be
the unknown quantity where Baptists
are concerned.
Young Priest Hat Lively Time.
Down near the Mexican border a
young priest—a Chicago man—is
laboring. We have spoken of him be
fore in these columns. He is fighting
single-handed and alone for the pres
ervation of the faith of this people,
whose souls Christ died to save. At
times it looks like a losing fight, for
this young priest is doing battle with
as strong a band of proselytizers as
it has been the experience of any peo
ple to meet. They are trying to "con
vert" the poor blinded Romanists with
the broken light of their King James'
editions. Other churchmen of another
land once tried to make Protestants
out of the ancesters to whom we owe
our Faith. God grant these zealots
the same success! Baptists cannot
make Protestants out of Mexicans. A
Latin with a variation of Luther's
apologies tacked on his back is a re
ligious monstrosity, and even an Ignor
ant one seems to know it. But the
Baptists can make infidels out of these
Mexicans, and they are doing their
best to bring about this result. And
It is against this encroaching infidelty
that the young priest is fighting so
earnestly.
Wonderful 8uccess With the Work.
A little over a year ago this young
man went down there to die, but in
the excitement of living he forgot all
about dying and now it looks as
though dying would be put off for an
indefinite number of years. He found
a field there that seemed crying aloud
for a tiller to bring forth the fruit
secreted in its bosom. He found souls
there waiting for the Bread of Life
to he broken unto them and the young
priest took them for his own. He
worked and labored among them. He
fanned to life the spark of Faith that
the Padres had planted and which for
so long a time had lain dormant. In
that Garden of the Lord he saw the
promise of a bountiful harvest. And
his zeal grew. This man, who so re
cently had been an invalid, took an
other mission on his shoulders that
had grown strong in the service of
God. And the second mission pros
pered. Then the Baptists came.
Baptists to Open a Proselytizing
8chool.
They began holding service for this
Catholic people and their lack of suc
cess did not discourage them. The
missionaries were well paid and the
work must be done. But a new era
opened for the priest. An era of con
tinual warfare to maintain his own
began, and he was obliged to be ever
on the defensive. The fewness of
their converts set the Baptists think
ing, and they came to the conclusion
that they must have a school. And a
school is under project now. It will
be a denominational school for the
purpose of proselytizing his Catholic
Mexicans. They are backed by wealth.
He has nothing but what is given him,
and he must beg for that. Money will
not be spared to call into being a fine
modern school building. Free books
and well paid mission teachers will
be placed at the command of these
poor Mexicans to rob them of their
souls. As for his school—well—a little
adobe convent, with two nuns who
have left the question of recompense
to the Master, is going to be the great
inducement that he will hold forth to
these neglected children of the Faith
to make them forget the regal build
ing that the Baptists are offering
them. And as yet he has not even
the money to maintain this. But he
must have the school and conquer
then with their own weapons.
Planning Catholic School.
"The school is never out of mind,"
he writes. And the school is never
out of Us mind because the passion
for souls is never out of his heart.
And we know that he will get the
school. The money for the mere main
tenance of it amounts to almost a
thousand dollars a year.
You, dear child of the Faith, proba
bly belong to a prosperous parish.
God has not placed you on the plains
of Texas nor left you to the mercy of
a spasmodic charity. He has given
you freely His gifts. You are reading
this plea for a reason. There are
thousands of Catholics in this country
and in your very town and very parish
who have not read of this cause. But
God has placed it before your eyes
for «a reason—and the reason is
that you may help His priest to build
a school down in a neglected corner of
His vineyard. You may not be able
to give much. Give what you can. A
Uttle is much when given for the love
of God. Don't put off giving it until
tomorrow for by tomorrow your gen
erosity will content itself with less
than God has made you able to give.
Give what you can spare and give it
today. Sit down now and write to
The Catholic Church Extension So
ciety, 1133 McCormick Bldg., Chicago,
and send in your donation for this
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young priest's work. There are some
among you who will read this who can
well afford to be generous with God
because God has been generous with
you. Some can easily give a hundred
dollars and even more. Give it! Don't
bargain with God. Don't shut your
ears to the needs of His servants. The
gift unlike gifts given to men, will
repay itself a hundredfold. We want
to send this young missioner two thou
sand dollars. You must send it. It is
to your generosity that we are look
ing for it. We have placed his case
before you. Consider well before you
close your hands to his wants. What
ever you can give, send it now to the
Catholic Church Extension Society,
1133 McCormick Building, Chicago,
m.
THE VENGEANCE OF GOD
(The facts of this extraordinary
story are vouched for by the author
and were related by the priest of the
story himself.)
The bell of Cfeauvry school was
ringing forth its noisy summons big
brothers were carefully piloting their
tiny sisters over the uneven cobble
stoned street, and up the nough steps
to the school house. All the children
from the more distant villages were
armed with small covered baskets con
taining the mid-day lunch of bread
and a stick of chocolate.
The school master was already in his
place before the last child had en
tered it was easy to see that some
thing had annoyed him, for his brows
were contracted into a heavy frown
half concealing the small close-set
eyes, and his lips were twitching nerv
ously he had only been appointed to
Chauvry since the New Year and was
disliked and distrusted by both par
ents and scholars.
Suddenly he lifted the little handbell
on his desk and rang it violently
silence fell instantaneously upon the
class.
"I want that image taken down," he
said, pointing to the large crucifix
which was hanging on the wall behind
him, in face of the whole school. A
gasp of horror broke from the chil
dren their own crucifix taken from
them, what did it mean? It had always
stood there. No one spoke or stirred,
but all eyes were watching the school
master. "Well, who is going to do
it?" he continued, tapping his foot im
patiently but still no one moved.
"Look here," he cried, his voice ris
ing in anger, "do you dare disobey
the State? I shall report you and then
we shall see what will happen," and he
looked fiercely round the room. At
the same moment a boy got up, a
poorly-clad, miserable child, with a
head too large for his sloping shoul
ders and sunken chest. "I will do it,"
he said, and walked boldly up to the
master's desk, but without daring to
look right or left for fear of encoun
tering the horrified gaze of his com
panions. "There's a good little citi
zen," said the schoolmaster approving
ly, "you will get on in life my boy, a
courageous, liberty-loving child, not
afraid of the Cure like all of these
here take my stick, and lift the crucifix
off the nail, gently."
The boy took the stick into his
trembling hands, but it required great
er audacity than he possessed to act
calmly beneath the battery of forty
pairs of eyes, all flashing terrified, furi
ous glances at him. "Take care!"
cried the master, but he was too late,
the stick had slipped from the child's
hands, and had fallen to the ground
with the crucifix the little fellow
started back in terror, while the
schoolmaster, with a muttered ex
clamation of annoyance, bent down to
pick them up the head and body were
intact, but there was a great diagonal
rent across the knees.
Half the school was by now crying
with fright, including the little boy.
"Go back to your place," ordered
the master roughly, and with head
down the would-be hero of the morn
ing slunk back to his seat, the chil
dren shrinking from him as he came
near.
"Open your hooks," came the next
command, and the class was carried
on with modified success. The chil
dren were now standing up one by one
to repeat their lesson it was the turn
of a little girl, a pretty fairheaded
child about ten years old, when sud
denly the master cried out, "What is
that round your neck?"
"A medal," was the reply.
"Take it ofT."
"I will not."
"What, you dare Jto refuse? Is
there anyone else with one of these
superstitious things?" and he looked
round the room yes, there facing him
was Madeleine, the child's younger sis
ter, wearing a beautiful medal of Our
Lady of Lourdes.
"Take it off," he roared.
The child shook her head firmly.
"Come here immediately both of
you," he cried, almost beside himself
with mortified rage at seeing his
authority defied
The two children, Louise and Made
leine obeyed and stood trembling be
fore him in a frenzy he seized his
stick, and taking first one and then
the other, he gave them several sharp
cuts across the shoulders.
It was the first time that such a
thing had ever happened in the annals
of school life, for corporal punishment
is forbidden in French elementary
schools. The two little girls were
weeping bitterly from mingled pain
and fright.
"Will you take ft off now?" he cried,
throwing down the stick.
"I will wear it inside," replied Louise
between her sobs "but I will never
take it off, not even if you kill me,"
and with that he had to be content.
It seemed a farce to try to continue
the class, the children's feelings hav
ing been too deeply outraged for them
to be capable of settling down quietly,
and finally he dismissed the school,
half an hour earlier than usual. Once
outside, the children broke into an
uproar. Madeleine was clinging in
terror to her sister and it was with
some difficulty that she could be in
duced to move. The sound of the
children's angry voices brought the
mothers into the street, curious to
know what had caused the school to
close so early, and in an incredibly
short space of time the disgraceful
details of the morning's events were
on everyone's lips. The mother of the
two little girls was furious with rage
at her children having been struck,
and all* the villagers joined in her
anger.
"We will go to the master and tell
him what we think of his behavior,"
cried one.
"Who can tell what he will 46
next," said another.
The feelings of the entire women
folk of the village were wounded in
their two most sensitive points their
motherhood and their religion. With
one impulse they swept up the straight
road to the school their angry voices
were borne to the ears of the school
master. He peeped out of the window
the crowd of storming women was
nearing the gate, and it was not pleas
ant to see how they strode along with
arms swinging. He withdrew hastily,
and running down the stairs, hurried
ly dragging his bicycle out of the
kitchen, it took but a moment to lead
it into the lane behind the house, and
before the mothers had opened the
gate he was already in full flight down
the hill towards the country.
But something arrested the leaders
of the procession what was it?
The word was passed down the
ranks: Phillippe—the little boy who
had taken down the crucifix—was ly
ing across the steps outside the school
house.
Tenderly the first woman touched
him, for she was a mother, and a
mother's love yearns over every child
who is suffering, however much he
may have sinned but life was already
extinct.
What did it mean, who had done it?
He must have stumbled on the step,
but there was no mark on the poor lit
tle white face. For the moment all
thought of the schoolmaster had van
ished, swallowed up in horror at the
tragedy before them.
Meanwhile Jules Michelet, the mas
ter, was speeding safely away he was
uncomfortably aware that he had act
ed very unwisely in daring to strike
the two children, and should informa
tion be given at headquarters it might
stop his promotion, it was even doubt
ful whether his zeal in having the
crucifix removed would at all weigh
down the scales in his favor.
Two men were walking down the
rpad when the schoolmaster came in
sight they drew to one side to allow
the bicycle to pass, when suddenly it
gave a violent swerve, there was a
crash, and man and bicycle lay pros
trate on -the ground. They ran up,
and the elder man bent down to as
sist the master, but to his astonish
ment there was no movement when
he touched him.
"Get up," he cried, "we'll help you,"
but still the man remained motion
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"He's hurt himself badly," said the
other man, "we must take him to the
nearest house, Delarey's comes first
well that can't be helped, it is impos
sible to move him further."
They supported Jules Michelet be
tween them, then they noticed that
both legs were hanging limp from the
knees, and with great difficulty they
carried him to a house standing a
couple of hundred yards away. The
door was opened by a grim-faced, taci
turn-looking woman.
"Who is he?" she asked, looking
doubtfully at the men's burden.
"Who is he? what's that got to do
with it when a man's in danger of
death?" cried the elder man angrily,
"it's the schoolmaster if you must
know."
"Oh," said the woman, her face
brightening up, "bring him in at once
however did it happen? Paul, Paul!"
she called, and her husband appeared,
"it is Monsieur Michelet, he has met
with a serious accident."
"An accident?" cried her husband,
"what a catastrophe, bring him into
the bedroom he shall have the best
we can provide here let me help,"
and between them they took the man
into a small room on the ground floor
at the back of the bouse, facing on to
the garden.
"Why did the woman change round
so quickly when she found out that
it was Monsieur Michelet?" said the
younger man to his companion, as
they walked back to the village.
"I cannot think, unless, unless—I
believe I have the key to the whole
situation the schoolmaster is a Free
mason, and that is why Paul Delarey,
who is a Freemason also, received him
so warmly into his house I don't
know why we never thought of it be
fore this would account for his bit
terness against religion my children
tell me he never loses an opportunity
of abusing it in school."
"And if he dies, he can have no
priest to attend him the Masons are
pledged to die without the Sacraments
and to have a civil funeral. There
are defections now and again, though
they try and hush them up a great
deal depends on whether Paul is of a
higher grade than Jules Michelet, but
anyhow it will be difficult I wish I
had thought of this earlier and we
would not have taken him to the De
larey's house."
"What else could we have done?
there is no other cottage within a
quarter of a mile, and you know we
could not have carried him a step
further."
"True, well, we will tell Monsieur
le Cure, perhaps he may contrive to
get at the poor man."
"But what caused the accident? An
ordinary fall off a bicycle does not
cause a man to break his legs, and I
shall be very surprised if he recovers."
"And I— it's a mystery, I cannot
imagine how it happened."
The schoolmaster recovered con
sciousness a couple of hours later
Paul and another man were sitting by
the bedside.
"Is that you, Paul?" asked the sick
man is some astonishment "where
am I?"
"With friends," replied Paul "don't
agitate yourself, you are with broth
ers," and he gently emphasized the
word, at the same time making a curi
ous sign with his fingers. A flash of
comprehension lit up Jules Michelet's
face, then he gave a shudder and
turned away.
THE CATHOLIC BULLETIN, MARCH 8, 1913.
The other man darted a quick glance
at Paul, but the latter merely shook
his head reassuringly "It's all right,"
he said, "his nerves are a little upset,
that is all keep quiet, my friend," he
said, bending over the bed, "Marie
shall make you a cup of strong
bouillon you are quite safe here."
All that afternoon, and through the
long hours of the night, the two men
took it In turns to watch by the bed
side now and then Jules fell into an
easy slumber, to start up suddenly
with wild eyes and gasping breath
he did not seem content with his
nurse, although their forethought and
attention left nothing to be desired.
At last, when dawn broke over the
near hills, he fell asleep Paul sat
watching him for a quarter of an hour
then he rose and tiptoed out of the
room his friend Marcel was on the
threshold.
"I think we can leave him safely
for a bit," said Paul, "he will sleep
for the present, and Marie can let us
know directly he wakes."
"Is she to be trusted?" asked the
other.
"Absolutely. Marie, Marie!"
"Here I am," replied the woman,
coming swiftly along the passage.
"Go in and watch Jules," said her
husband "let us know immediately he
wakes, immediately I tell you, and re
member no conversation with him I
forbid it," and he fixed his dark feyes
meaningly on her.
"\ll right," she said sullenly, and
went off into the sickroom.
For over an hour Jules slept some
times moaning or turning his head to
and fro, while his features contracted
ffom the sharp pain in his legs, which
the village surgeon had set more
speedily than skillfully. Then he sud
denly opened his eyes and looked fur
tively round the room. Marie rose
from her post at the foot of the bed
and offered him some water to drink.
He shook his head, his eyes still rov
ing anxiously.
'Are we alone?" he whispered.
'Yes," replied Marie, "but you must
not talk."
"I will," he cried excitedly, "bend
over me, now at once!"
The woman hesitated, mindful of
her husband's stern injunction, but if
only to pacify the sick man, she
must do what he wanted.
"Hush," she said, leaning over the
panting figure, "what is it?"
"A priest," he gasped, "a priest, by
all that you love best on earth, send
for the priest!"
Her whole face changed, and fear
crept into her eyes.
"I dare not," she whispered. "Paul
would never permit me and you are
one of 'them.' What do you want
with a priest?" but the man seemed
not to hear her. "A priest," he
moaned, "my death will be on your
shoulders if you refuse."
The woman's face paled .the bul
wark of. anti-Christian Masonic teach
ing, which her husband had so care
fully erected in her mind, fell into
ruins before the direct appeal of the
dying man to the heart, which free
thought is powerless to destroy a
great fear of death came over her,
death that was waiting with its sum
mons at the bedside before her. The
old faith of her forgotten childhood
was the only thing that could do any
good there.
"I will try," she said, "but keep
quiet, they must never know that you
have been talking to me."
The news of the schoolmaster's ex
traordinary accident had naturally
only added to the excitement in the
village, which Philippe's inexplicable
death had already wrought to fever
pitch.
Monsieur le Cure was in his study
on the following morning, when a
little girl came in and said that he was
wanted to go to Paul Delarey's house.
"But I have already been there three
times," replied the priest "two men
brought me news of the accident last
night and the door was shut in my
face."
"Monsieur Michelet is asking for
you," persisted the child.
"Monsieur Michelet?" cried the
Cure, knowing well that the school
master was an avowed unbeliever.
The little girl nodded.
"Does Paul Delarey know you have
come for me?"
"No," answered the child, "you
won't tell him will you, Monsieur le
Cure, or he would be ready to kill
me?"
"No, no, you are quite safe little
one," answered the priest, laying his
hand reassuringly on her head.
Half an hour later the Cure was
knocking at the door of the Delarey's
house Marie answered him, and was
almost rough in her curt refusal to
let him in. As he turned away, a
man's figure crept across the end of
the passage he had evidently wit
nessed the interview. It was certain
ly very disheartening three times at
intervals of an hour the priest returned
to the house, only to receive the same
response on the third occasion he
was about to turn away in despair,
when Marie suddenly reopened the
door.
"Go round to the back," she whis
pered, "the first window to the right
he is crying out for you," and the next
second the door was closed.
The Cure's face brightened, and
with quickened steps he hurried round
the house, and pausing before the first
window, as the woman had said, he
peeped in: the dying man lay on a
large bed about ten feet away from
the window facing him sat Marcel,
and on the right Paul Delarey. The
window was half open at the bottom
the priest heard the gasping breath
and some low words which he could
not catch then the voice grew louder,
"A priest, a priest," he cried, with
piteous entreaty, while the two men
sat without moving a muscle, waiting
for the dread call, which should re
move their victim away beyond the
reach of priest and Sacrament.
With a quick movement the Cure
threw up the window.
"I am here," he cried, his clear voice
ringing through the cold silence of
the death chamber.
The two men jumped, and Jules
turned wild beseeching eyes towards
the window.
"Go away," cried Paul, and he
sprang to the window, and flung down
the lower sash with a bang, but the
Cure had already smashed the upper
pane, heedless of the blood which
flowed freely from his hand.
"Make an act of contrition!" he
called, and he began the Absolution.
In a fury Paul pushed up the win
dow again, and tried to hurl himself
against the priest, who was clinging
with all the strength of his two wrists
to the window sill.
"Don't trouble, Paul," called Marcel
suddenly he's dead, it's all right
and with one accord the two assail
ants fell apart. An evil light played
on Paul's face as he turned back, and
looked at the motionless figure on the
bed.
Was it all right with that soul, now
standing before the judgment seat of
God? Who can tell? For the mo
ment the Freemasons had everything
their own way. A black coffin, cov
ered with black cloth, conveyed the
body of the schoolmaster to its last
resting place in the forefront went
the black flag, while the rear of the
procession was brought up by a half
dozen boys from the Masonic recrea
tion club in the neighboring town.
In the village church the Cure, and
his little flock knelt absorbed in
prayer occasionally an old woman
would heave a deep sigh as the beads
of her large black rosary slipped be
tween her fingers some were weep
ing, overwrought by the strain of the
last twenty-four hours but from the
lips and hearts of every man, woman
and child, fervent Our Fathers and
Hail Marys were being offered for the
poor sin-stained soul. Who can say
whether the words of Absolution had
not found true sorrow in the heart of
the poor sinner? But where uncer
tainty exists, there is always room for
earnest prayer, before the throne of
Him Who has said: "I will have mercy
and not sacrifice."
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Every dollar deposited in this bank is secured by first
mortgage or a high class bond.
Deposits, $5,000,000.00 Surplus $190,000.00,
CHARLES P. NOYES, President KENNETH CLARK, Vice-Pres.
LOUIS BETZ, Treasurer
O. WILLTTJS, Ass't Treas. JOHN C. ENGEN, Ass't Treas.
THE MERCHANTS NATIONAL BANK
OF SAINT PAUL
FOURTH AND ROBERT STREETS
Capital $2,000,000 Surplus and Profits $2,008,000
Deposits Over $20,000,000
Commercial, Individual and Savings Accounts cordially invited. On
deposits in our Savings Department we pay interest at the rate of 3%
per annum, computed —rterlv.
MOST MODERN SAFE DEPOSIT VAULTS
FARM MORTGAGE BOND COMPANY
Capital and Surplus $220,000 Endicott Bldg., St. Pagl, Mini.
We offer a 5% Bond secured by
F.rst -National iVvnK
OF ST. PAUL., MINN.
UNITED STATES DEPOSITORY
Capital $3,000,000 Surplus $2,000,000
O I E S
W. A. MILLER, Vice President
CHAS. H. BUCKLEY, Assistant
First Mortgages
Northwestern States, guaranteed both as to principal and interest. Yo* can
invest $100 or any multiple thereof. Interest paid Semi-Annually. ALL
business strictly confidential. Write or call.
OFFICERS
£?HrIL£i,HARTI,?AN* President WILLI A BUTLER, Vice President
WALTER BUTLER, Treasurer FRED SOMMERS, Secretary
DIRECTORS
LOUIS BETZ H. H. BIGELOW OTTO BREMER WALTER BUTLER
WILLIAM BUTLER PIERCE BUTLER JE«»SE A. GREGG
JOHN A. HARTIGAN LOUIS W. HILL WM. B. JOYCE P. B. LYNCH
W. 3. McCURDY JV B. SULLIVAN E. S. WARNER WEBSTER WHEKIyOCK
Cashier
I E O S
LOUIS W. HILL,
Chairman of the Board
T.•
PAUL, MINN.
on Improved Farms in the
F. A. NEINHAUSER, Cashier
EDWIN MOTT, Asst. Cashier
WALTER BUTLER, Butler Brothers, Contractors
WILLIAM B. DEAN, Nicols, Dean A Gre^g
DARIUS MILLER, President C., B. A Q. Railway C*Bnn
ALBERT N. ROSE. Jos. Ullmann
ALBERT L. ORDEAN, President First Nat.Bank, Dntatb, Minn.
RICHARD A. JACKSON, Vice President Great Northern Ry Co
THEODORE L. SCHURMEIER, President C. Gotzian A Co.*
WILLIAM H. DUNWOODV, Washburn-Crosby Co Mittoeannli.
iAVID C. SHRPA D. tT. With Plnrh v.. ei.^ »T
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