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CIVILIZATION'S DEBT TO
Catholics are becoming accustomed
to see old anti-Catholic fables dissi
pated by non-Catholic writers. His
tory as written these days lacks the
partisan bias that characterized it
when Protestantism was in its full
flower. As an example of the newer
viewpoint may be instanced some
words on the time-worn theme of
"papal aggression," which appear in a
recently published volume on The So
ciological Value of Christianity, by
Georges Chatterton-Hill, an instructor
in the University of Geneva. The
author is not a Catholic but he has
come to appreciate the enormous debt
which western civilization owes to the
Church and he sets forth his convic
tion in these words:
"It is a service for which humanity
should be everlastingly grateful to the
Catholic Church for having performed
—the separation of the moral from the
political power, and the consequent
maintenance of the supreme dignity
and independence of the moral power.
For without such a separation western
civilization would never have been
able to develop. Assuredly was it no
indifferent matter that the spirited or
the temporal power should succeed in
the long Struggle, of which the con
flicts between Hildebrand and the Em
peror Hexiry IV, between Alexander
III and the Emperor Frederic I,
between Archbishop A'Becket and
Henry II of England, between Inno
cent XI and Louis XIV of France, be
tween Pius VII and Napoleon—of
which the exile in Avignon, and the
sack of Rome by the troops of the Em
peror Charles V, of which these events
were but episodes. For had the secu
lar power succeeded in its persevering
efforts to make of the papal see a
mere fief, then would western civiliza
tion have fallen a speedy prey to dis
integration and disruption. In the
long centuries that separated the
downfall of the Roman Empire, in 476,
from the dawn of the Renaissance, at
the close of the fourteenth century
during all this long period the Church
constituted thfc only basis whereon the
fabric of the new civilization, that
arose from the dust of the old one,
could be reared during these hun
dreds of years the Church alone stood
between this growing civilization and
a return to complete barbarism. Those
who talk so glibly about "papal ag
gression" and "obscurantism" may be
exceedingly deep in many things as
suredly are they not deep in history.
Any one who is able to form even a
remote conception of the tremendous
labor required in order to build up a
new civilization on the ruins of the
old one—of the stupendous efforts
necessary to impose order and disci
pline on a wild and barbarous agglom
eration of peoples—will understand
that, even at the summit of her power
SHALL W* TRY TO CONVERT THE
JEWS?
Long have we prayed, writes the
zealous editor of "The lLamp," and
much have we thought about the Con
version of the Jews, who have come
in such vast numbers to our shores.
In Greater New York alone there are
over one million Jews and, as far as
we know, there exists not* one Cath
olic mission having as its specific ob
ject the conversion of the Hebrew peo
ple, nor in fact have we heard of such
a mission existing in any part of the
United States. The question is,
whether Our Lord's command, "Go ye
into the whole world and preach the
Gospel to every creature" (St. Mark
16:15) is to be regarded as a dead
letter as far as the Jew is concerned.
The Holy Spirit found it a hard task
at the first tcfc convince St. Peter and
the Apostolic College, that Christ died
for the Gentile nation as well as for
the Jewish race. Shall we Gentile
Catholics go to the opposite extreme
and act as though Our Lord did not
die for the Jew at all, but for the Gen
tile only?
A Misinterpretation of &t. Paul.
There seems to be a general im
pression abroad that it has been di
vinely revealed through St. Paul that
the Almighty has excluded the Jews
from salvation until the full conver
sion of the Gentile world is accom
plished, after which the Hebrews who
are still on the earth will have a
chance to be grafted again into the
olive tree from which they were brok
en off when they rejected the Messiah
and crucified the Lord of glory. Those
who labor under this impression
should read very carefully the elev
enth chapter of St. Paul's Epistle to
the Romans, in order to get a truer
impression of what the great Apostle
to the Gentiles does actually teach
concerning the salvation of the Jews.
He begins by asking, "Hath God cast
away his people? God forbid. For I
also am an Israelite of the seed of
Abraham, of the tribe of Benjamin.
God hath not cast away his people
which He foreknew. Khow you not
-what the Scripture saith of Elias how
he calleth on God against Israel
Lord they have slain Thy prophets,
they have dug down Thy altars and I
am left alone and they seek my life.
TRIBUTES*.,
HOLY
But what saith the divine answer to
him? I have left Me Seven Thousand
men, that have not bowed their knees
to Baal. Even so, then at this present
time also there is a remnant saved
according to the election of grace."
(Romans 11:1-6).
*•'n "y WITHOUT.
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THE
CATHOLIC CHURCH.
in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries,
the Church had but barely sufficient
force for the carrying out of so her
culean a task. When we contemplate
the anarchy prevailing in Europe in
the fifth century when we take into
adequate consideration the wild, un
couth and undisciplined nature of the
populations of Europe when we see
the economic, moral, and intellectual
conditions prevalent all over the west
ern world after the ab diction of the
last Roman emperor when we essay
to penetrate the depths of economic,
moral and intellectual misery to which
such conditions had reduced western
society—then must we marvel at the
extraordinary power, at the incredible
perseverance, thanks to which the
Catholic Church caused a new civiliza
tion, a new culture, to arise of the
chaos—thanks to which the Church
was able to cause the darkness to van
ish, after many centuries, and to give
place to the pare light of Christian
ity."
MURILLO'S IMMACULATE CONCEP­
TIONS.
"The Virgins of Murillo, clothed in
white, with long flowing draperies of
azure, with their great black eyes,
their clasped hands, delicate, graceful,
and ethereal, make one's heart trem
ble with their beauty and one's eyes
fill with tears. He combines the truth
of Velasquez, the vigor of Ribera, the
harmonious transparency of Titian,
and the brilliant vivacity of Rubens.
Spain has given him the name of the
"Painter of Conceptions" because he
is unsurpassed in the art of repre
senting that divine idea. There are
four grand Conceptions in the Museum
of Madrid. I have stood for hours,
in front of those four paintings, mo
tionless and entranced. I was enrap
tured, above all, by that incomplete
one, with the arms folded over the
Virgin's breast and a half moon across
her waist. Many prefer the others I
trembled on hearing this, for I was
filled with an inexpressible love for
that face. More than once as
looked at it I felt the tears cours
ing down my cheeks. As I stood
before that painting my heart was
softened and my mind was lifted to
a plane of thought higher than any
I ever before reached. It was not the
enthusiasm of faith it was a longing,
a boundless aspiration towards faith,
a hope which gave me visions of a
life nobler, richer, and more beautiful
than that which I had yet known—a
new feeling of prayer, a desire to love,
to do good, to suffer for others, to
make reparation, to elevate my mind
and heart. I have never been so full
of faith as in those moments. I have
never felt so good and affectionate,
and I believe that my soul has never
shone more clearly in my face."
-De Amicis, "Spain and Spaniards."
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Now this remnant of the elect He
brews who have believed and been
saved did not become extinct when the
Apostles who were Jews died, but in
every succeeding generation there has
been a considerable remnant of the
Hebrew people who have accepted
Christ and been grafted as living
branches into the vine of Christ's
Apostolic Church. Scholars well vers
ed in Semitic ethnology tell us that
Christians of Jewish lineage, especial
ly in the countries which border on
the Mediterranean, are much more
numerous than is generally supposed
and we have little doubt that this is
true. Certain it is that there have
been notable conversions to Christian
ity among the Jews,in every genera
tion.
A Deep-Rooted Fallacy.
The notion which has taken deep
root in the minds of so many Catholics
that it is a hopeless task to try to
convert a Jew, belong to a class of
pernicious fallacies, which ought to be
buried in the same deep hole with the
oft-repeated argument against foreign
missions that there are so many
heathen at home. With so little zeal
manifested in their behalf, it is really
a wonder that Jewish conversions to
Catholicism are as numerous as they
are.
W§ are constantly meeting with
Jewish converts, or hearing about
them from other priests, wherever we
go. Our solitary companion for years
on the Mount Of the Atonement was a
Jew and he stood loyally by us, when
on account of our witness to Papal
Supremacy and Infallibility our most
trusted friends abandoned us.
ShalT tlii Protestants Provoke Us to
Jealousy?
On the desk before us is a letter
which we have received from a Prot
estant Jewish minister working
among his own people in Brooklyn. He
says:
"We cannot tell definitely how many
converts to either Catholicism or Prot
estatism we have, but I have heard
from reliable sources that we have
two thousand Jewish believers in New
York City. One missionary among the
Jews (he has labored in New York
City for nearly twenty years) says
that thirty thousand nominal Jewish
believers would be more correct,
ani personally meeting Jewish con
verts very frequently. Recently I at
tended a mission wher# Communion
was administered to a congregation
almost wholly composed of Jewish be
lieved In Christ.
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I walked a distance with one of
our Jewish attendants last Friday
evening and he informed me that he
believed and purposed to be baptized
next month. He is a fine Bible stu
dent and understands Hebrew quite
well and also has knowledge of the
Talmud. Last Saturday afternoon, we
had a splendid meeting in New York.
They often listen quite attentively, and
press us with questions after the
preaching service."
If these Protestant evangelists can
succeed as well as they do, the Cath
olic missionary ought to do much
better. We were conversing the oth
er day with a former member of the
New York Apostolic Mission Band,
who informed us that in conducting a
mission to non-Catholics in some parts
of New York City' where the Jewish
population is particularly dense, the
church would be largely filled with
Jewish inquirers during the mission,
and this suggests the question, if we
have missions to Gentile non-Catholics,
why not also make a specialty of mis
sions to the Jewish non-Catholics?
For ten years now the conversion
of the Jews has been daily prayed for
by the members of the Rosary League
of Our Lady of Atonement and we
trust the time is not far distant when
we shall begin to see some visible re
sults of so many prayers. Meanwhile
we invite a discussion of the whole
question in our correspondence col
umns and we shall be very grateful
to any of the clergy who will employ
their pen in helping us foster a deeper
and more hopeful interest in a subject
of such vital importance to such a
vast number of souls.
STOICAL MISSIONARIES.
Missionaries learn to become stoics
as regards the dangers and personal
inconviences that cause ordinary mor
tals so much disquietude. A White
Father relates the story of a ten-mile
journey through jungle grass much
higher than his head, during all the
length of which he heard the continual
rustle of beasts and saw the gleam
of eyes peering at him through the
meshes of the grass. He continued
his way calmly, and the denizens of
the jungle let him pass as a curiosity.
Father Houpert, S. J., makes light
of a serpent adventure that befell him
in India:
'In a certain village a former cow
shed serves as my presbytery. One
morning toward four o'clock, when the
village cocks awoke me, I got up, and
tg my wonder saw in the candle-light
a snake coiled round a picture frame
on the wall within reach of my camp
cot. It was, however, a gentle, well
behaved reptile, for in the first place
it spent that night on the picture
frame while it could easily have shared
my cot or have wound itself as a neck
tie round the sleeper, and, secondly,
when I approached to settle its fate,
it withdrew with the proverbial pru
dence of its kind into the thatched up
per portion of the hut."
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HIS OWN WAY.
her all to himself, those who knew
him were ready to congratulate him
on his good luck.
And what a time we had that day on
that excursion. We danced the whole
trip up the glorious Hudson stopping
when the music stopped to get a little
refreshment at Mrs. Brown's "Car,"
where they sold soft stuff for five cents
a glass, with a big lump of ice to
cool it. We wandered in the grass on
the island, arm in arm with our best
girl, and by her side we sat and ate
our lunch. Then the day so cool and
bright, with the breeze off the water
coming in under the trees, where we
lay on the grass puffing contentedly at
our cigar, and listening to the comic
small talk and wit whiCh flashed back
and forth from the girls and boys who
were our companions. Then there was
the home coming by the light of the
moon there were the myriad of lights
along the shores of Manhattan and
New Jersey countless ferry boats,
great dark monsters with a hundred
eyes, skimmed across our path far and
near.
And far away burned "Liberty's"
torch, and on the left of the tower
of the Madison Square Garden was
a blaze of light. On the boat we
danced again, and in the intervals
watched the young and old at the jig
—while the piper droned away at the
bagpipes—Ah, what a day that was,
It will not soon be forgotten.
Mary Underwood was very kind to
Eugene Mayer that day, and so he
felt encouraged to pursue his suit, as
who would not? She was a good re
ligious girl so far as her knowledge
of religion went and though not a
Catholic she had something more than
a superficial knowledge of the Cath
olic religion. This she owed to the
good old French governess who had
been her teacher in childhood, aiyl
who still remained as a companion.
It was a few days after the excur
sion that Eugene walked up the steps
of the Underwood mansion on Wed
nesday morning, determined to ask
Mary to marry him.
We may skip the preliminaries, for
they were few. In reply to Eugene's
question whether Mary loved him,, she
frankly told him:
"Yes, I love you—but there are dif
ficulties in the way. You are a Cath
olic, and I am a Protestant."
"That need make no difference," re
plied Eugene.
"But it does make a difference to
me," said she, "for your Church de
mands that you must be married by a
priest, and to that I cannot assent."
"But I am not particular who mar
ries us. Your own minister could tie
the knot as satisfactorily to me as a
priest," said he.
"So I believe. But does not your
religion teach you that such a mar
riage ceremony is a great sin? Does
not your Church teach that marriage
is a Sacrament to be entered into in
the way in which the Church com
mands and that unless the Sacrament
be administered in this way, the Cath
olic who is married in another way is
excommunicated?" asked Mary.
More than astonished to hear the
Catechism so well explained, and im
patient at bein& thus taught his duty
by not one of his faith, Eugene re
plied with more asperity than pru
Idence taught:
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It makes very little difference to
me what the Catholic Church com
mands about marriage or any thing
else. I have given up the practice of
the religion which it teaches, these
few years past So how can it come
between us now?"
"What religion do you profess then,
Mr. Mayer?" queried Mary with con
siderable dignity.
"Umph," he said with a shrug of his
shoulders, "all religions are good
enough, or bad enough for that mat
ter. My religion is Nature."
"Dr. Mayer," said Mary Underwood,
"you must make up your mind to look
elsewhere for a wife. I am of a deep
ly religious nature myself, and I could
not bear to love one who could not
love all that I love, especially re
ligion." And the words cut him to the
heart. "But for one who loves nature
only as religion, I could never have
any true affection. For he puts ma
terial things in the place of the Crea
tor. Nature is not, and cannot be, a
God, nor can it be the author of relig
ion. So if you believe only in nature,
you believe in no God at all. This
ends all I have to say on the subject,
except that some day perhaps you will
see that you were wrong, and then—
so saying she burst into tears and left
the room.
"Well, I am jilted," said Eugene to
himself, "but I am going to marry
that girl." As Mary became more com
posed after this painful interview, she
said to herself:
"I love him but I love God more."
Dr. Mayer went home to his bach
elor apartments a very angry man.
Angry with himself, with religion, with
his beloved who had taught him his
duty. As he sat pulling at his cigar
he mused:
"She might be mine if I were re
ligious. H'm. All the Protestant sects
are false. As for the Catholic, well it
has the best chance of being true.
But I can't go back to it now. Nature
is my God, and must be."
It is pleasant to know the sensa
tion of relief that comes after a long
illness of six weeks which have drag
ged into months. The feeling of rest
and quiet while convalescence pro
gresses is very delicious. Then is the
time when you can count your friends,
in the multitude of cups and glasses
filled with every sort of delicacy which
the patient may be supposed to fancy,
But of all is the good friend who sits
up at night, devoting 111 care to the
sick one. Who is better than the kind,
nurse? So when Mary Underwood
awoke from the raving of delirium to
perfect coAsciousness, she was agree
ably surprised to find a Sister o&Bon
Secour by her.
To this good Sister, Mary's heart
went out with great love and affec
tion. As the days passed Mary ask
ed many a question about the Catholic
religion, and the humble Sister had
answered them all so clearly, that it
was the beginning of her conversion,
and that of her parents, which fol
lowed that winter.
Although Eugene was aware of the
change in the religion of the Under
woods, he wisely made no attempt to
pursue his devoirs further, knowing
well how vain it would be now, as
it had been before. Besides they had
left the city, and no one knew, or
seemed to know just where they had
gone. Some one said that they had
departed for Canada, but where about
in Canada no one could tell. Eugene
became more and more moody daily,
for he was secretly jealous of Mary,
and he often wished that he had the
faith that Jerry had. How quickly
then would his love affair be settled.
In April, one evening he was called
to see an old woman who was dying
in the midst of non-Catholics. They
had all laughed at her as she had im
plored them to send for the priest,
and she was well nigh distracted
when Eugene arrived. Something
about his manner went to the old
lady's heart, and gave her courage to
ask him to do for her, what the rest
of those who called themselves her
"friends" would not do.
"Oh, Doctor, Doctor,"
Bhe
said "you
can do nothing for me now. I'm going
and it's the priest I want then I'll die
easy. Will ypu get him for me. Don't
tell them for they won't let him in to
me. Oh, Doctor, as you hope to die a
good death bring the priest back with
you."
"I'll do it for you, you poor old
creature," he whispered. And as he
passed out he said to the people of
the house, "I shall have to have a
friend of mine to help me in this case.
Have a.basin of water, some towels,
a spoon and a glass on the table when
I return, if you please."
It was skilfully managed, and Eu
gene never forgot the last words of
that old woman:
"Ah, Doctor, it's the good friend to
me that you are. You brought* the
priest at the hour of my death. I'll
never forget you when you need my
help." These were her last words, and
she was dead.
The case was under discussion a
couple of evenings after this in Eu
gene's office where he and Jerry were
having a quiet smoke, and comparing
notes about practice speaking of
everything but one thing necessary,
when Eugene broke,in suddenly with:
"Tell me, Jerry, how it Is that you
have kept up to the Catholic religion
which I have left. What did you learn
about that I did not?"
This was the beginning of a series of
conversations on philosophy and re
ligion, and as it was the time when
the "Doctor needed a friend" it is
quite certain he had one pleading for
him in the world beyond the grave in
the person of the good old woman to
whom he brought the priest in the
hour of death. The result was that
Eugene made what he never made be
fore a serious study of the Catholic
religion, and so returned to the prac
tice of what he never knew before ex
cept on the outside. Finding that it
is an "interior religion" depending on
the soul that is within it, and not
merely on pious exercises, Eugene
Mayer became a practical Catholic.
And now he would have given any
thing to have a sight of Mary Under
wood, and tell her once again of his
love. 'Til wait 'till she comes back,'
he said, and he did wait, but she came
not. And he was aching to tell her
of his change, until he fretted himself
half sick.
"Jerry, I must have a vacation, or I
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shall die. Will you come with me for
a month? There is fine fishing and
shooting in the Maritime provinces,
and I am going to Boston and catch
the boat next week," said Eugene to
his friend.
"Well I will be with you, Eugene.
There is fine game there so I am told,
and a month in the woods will do you
a world of good. Even if I lose four
weeks of practice, and have to deny
myself the company of my little fam
ily, I can go with you, old man. Do not
sigh. Chaar up! You will find her out
some day and will be as happy as I
am. Ask the old woman to whom you
brought the priest to help you find
her," said Jerry.
"That's a happy thought, I will do
it," replied Eugene.
It was a small town where the two
friends had to pass a day before start
ing on their long journey to camp.
And after exhausting the sights of the
town, the capital of the province, its
public buildings, drive, park and not
least to say, its "market," they were
scanning the two-foot-square sheet
dignified by the name of an "Evening
Paper," to find some further entertain
ment for the evening.
"There is a show at the opesa
house," said Eugene.
"No theater for me tonight,'* An
swered Jerry.
"Well then, we shall have to remain
at home I am afraid. No, here, Jerry,
how does this strike you? 'Basket So
cial at St. Joseph's Convent tonight.'"
"What is a basket social?" asked
Jerry.
"I have not one idea on the subject,"
replied his friend.
"Very well, let us go and have our
ignorance enlightened. It's probably a
way of making money for the Sisters,
so have your pocket book well filled,
Eugene."
The little school hall was packed
with a mass of people, almost to suf
focation but the two friends managed
to get past the door, where there was
a modest demand on their pocket
books for the cents. It was not so
easy to secure a seat, but one of the
Sisters who acted as usher, succeeded
in making two children give up their
chairs to the strangers.
Eugene and Jerry were for a few
minutes the object of attention of all
who could see them. But as soon as
the entertainment began, they were
like the rest, forgotten in the midst
of the fun.
Every few moments some gaily
dressed young woman, or more sober
ly attired matron passed with diffi
culty through the crowd to the plat
form in the corner of the school hall
bearing a basket gorgeously decorated
with ribbons and flowers. Every one
seemed to know every one else, and
the hubbub of laughter and conversa
tion was so great, that Eugene said
to Jerry: "It's social enough. And
we have seen the baskets. I wonder
what will be done with them. Shall
we have to eat the contents?"
"I suppose so there will be a spread
after, and all, the nightmares confined
in the baskets will be let loose to
gallop over our hearts until morning,"
said Jerry rather cynically.
Some one laughed quietly just be
hind them as Jerry said this, but they
did not look back to see who it might
be.
A few chords on the piano, and si
lence was secured. Then there
And now there came forward on
the platform a gentleman who an
nounced that he had been asked to
auction off the baskets.
"Now ladies and gentlemen," said
he, "I want you to bid good and sharp.
Each one of these baskets contains
many good things to eat and the one
who buys is expected to share the
contents with the person who donated
it. Now here is a fine basket donated
by Miss Jenny McQuaid. How much
am I bid for it?"
"Two dollars," said a voice.
"Two dollars, two dollars, does any
one bid—"
"And a half," said someone.
"Two and a half, a half have I the
three-quartere
Two dollars and a half," repeated
a deep voice, while the auctioneer de
clared that that man must be more
used to bidding on contracts than at
auctions, and then the audience
laughed again.
After the first half dozen baskets
were disposed of, the auctioneer held
up one decorated with red, white and
blue ribbons.
"Here," he cried, "is the gem of the
evening," and put up by well,
no, I can't tell the name."
"Name," demanded voices in the au
dience. "Name. Name."
"How much am I bid?" shouted the
auctioneer.
"Nothing 'till you give us the
name," said someone.
"How much am I bid on this bas
ket," he asked again. There was a
silence. Then they cried again, "Tell
us the name|."
"Well," he cries, "I see the donor
in the hall. Have I your permission
to give your name? Thank you. Now
ladies and gentlemen, since you must
know it, here it is: Miss Mary A.
Underwood."
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Amid the storm of applause that
ket. And a Yankee basket, too.
they talk about an alliance now,
Eugene could not stand it, and he
quickly raised the one dollar which
had been raised on his bid of ten, to
fifteen.
"Sixteen," replied the man In front.
"Twenty," cried Eugene, and he re
marked to Jerry, "I will have it at
any price, camp or no camp. It will
help the Sisters, and I won't lose by
it." Amid the roar of applause that
followed Eugene's last bid, someone
just behind them made a little confu
sion by leaving the hall. But that did
not prevent the man in front from
forcing Eugene to buy the basket for
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lowed piece after piece by the chil
dren, choruses, solos and quartettes.
A piece for the banjo and two mando
lins brought down the house, and our
two doctors felt like two young boys
again. Jerry remarked:
"I wish my wife were here." But
Eugene only sighed as he thought:
"I wish that Mary Underwood was
here."
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lowed, Eugene remarked to Jerry:
"Say, Jerry. You heard that name.
It can't be my Mary of course, but I
am going to buy that basket for her
sake, if it costs me all the money I
have. Just for her name's sake, you
know."
"How much am I bid for this?" said
the auctioneer.
"Two dollars," said a voice.
"Two dollars, two—" "Five," shout
ed Eugene.
"Six," came the retort.
"Ten," cried Eugene. "Give me a
chance," said the auctioneer, as he
saw how the case stood, and looked
meaningly at his friend in the front
row of seats. "Ohly ten dollars for
all the good things in this pretty bas-
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twenty-five dollars. Eugene walked
up to pay, and the audience gave him
a hearty ovation, while the tired-look
ing Superioress came and thanked
him. He took the basket, and there
on the card in his own Mary's hand*
writing was her name. It was enough.
Jerry said: "I told you so." What
Mary said I do not know. But a
month later there was a Nuptial Mass
in the Church in the same town, at
which Dr. Eugene Mayer and Miss
Mary Underwood were made man and
wife.
—James A. Duncan, tn the Apostolate.
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