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]:'aye Sixtee T H E G U A R D I A N THE GRAND PILLAGE (Continued from Page 9) door, that was no door at all, buts bit of painted scenery. "Well, we'll find Mother, so that nex tiae" But the horror of next time let loose such a flood of tears and such a cry of terror that the priest on the plat- form had to stop his speaking. When quiet came in the assured protection of the young man and the confident clinging to his hand, and Maisie had reached the group, every eye was fixed upon them. 'Surely the priest, Maisie thought, was looking at her, too. What would he say at this interruption! She ] certainly knew what she could say in[' a like situation. The -astonishing thing, though, was that the priest had no rebuke. "You came to hear me," he said calmly to the people, "but you have heard something far better than any eloquence of mine could give. You have heard the cry of a lost child for its mother, You have seen the prompt answer of the mother in the child's rescue. Childhood and Parenthood! Think of all that means: think of how we should keep the one and the other sacred. We must treasure their souls, the souls of mothers and the souls of children. This is all I have to say. Further words of mine would overload the lesson. But when you kneel at your prayers tonight, ask her, who is the model of motherhood, to bless this mother and all mothers, and ask her little Son, her only Son, to bless this little child and allchildren." Uncle Pliny puffed vigorously at his pipe. "I wanted to see that man, Father. "He was a lover of children." There was a sharp punctuation of smoke. "I did." There followed a whole row of little whiffs as from a line of riflemen at target practice, and I knew how many lions and beard of bigotry crouching I in the way he had to shoot down be- fore he had brought himself to a fay- I olable vantage ground. There was / another brief pause and he went on. / "That priest had personalityplus." J photo wrapped very tenderly in sev- eral folds of paper. It was a picture just like one in an old-fashioned frame that hung a the side of Uncle Pliny's bed. "He was my Buddy." The ex-sol- dier spoke very mmpty. "I was with him when he died. We were both of us wounded and in a horrible hole when a Catholic priest crept out un- der the guns-to rescue us. "I do not belong to your Church,' Bart faintly whispered to the priest. 'No, but you belong to my God.' the priest answer- Christ, God and Man, is yesterday, to- day, and the same forever. "There was the Grand Pillage of the sixteenth century, when so many na- tions were robbed of Christ's Church, and for the banquet in their Father's house were given the husks of swine. Sacrament after Sacrament was de- nied them, and they were left to be bruised and beaten by temptation and defiled by sin in a sorrier plight than an unarmed traveller among murder- ous thieves. "There is this last Grand Pillage of ed, and while he was bringing us in, men's souls The world cries out that carrying Bart and half supporting me, the soul is not spirit. But while it Bart died." says that, it blind-folds its own eyes Uncle Pliny sat at the table long and the eyes of its votaries to the love after his guest had left. It was a' of truth over falsehood, to the prefer- strange day that the city gets now ence of honor over shame, and to the and again, when for a few brief hours choice of suffering for right over vol- in a warmth of wondrful sunshine uptuous tyranny in wrong. Every na- there is a touch of what the city ture rejoices in its own kimh Virtue might be, if it were not for the'filt of atmosphere and the soot-deposits upon the buildings. But/soon enough, and too soon, the smoke swept up from the factories and rolled down from the potteries beyond the tracks, and there was dirt and gloom every- where save for a few wind-cleaned, airty, wealthy places far out in the West End. Uncle Pliny crushed on his hat, and walked and walked; he did not know how far, but at last he found himself confronted by a statement in a dye- stuff window. The statement had to do with man, and was similar to an- other with which the Sunday, supple- ments of the papers at the time were full. It was a close itemizing, of the] sort that certain minds seize on with J avidity, a smnming up of concrete de- tails and not a word of motives, prin- I ciples and fundamental doctrines, It t was curious information: f A man weighing 150 lbs. and in nor- mal health contains: 54 oz. of phos- 'phorous, enough to make 600,000 matclms; enough fat to make a 15 lb. candle; 22 lbs. of carbon, enough to make 180 doz. lead pencils; enough iron to make a spike larg enough to support his own weight; 3,500 cu. ft. of gas, oxygen, hydrogen and nitrogen to sell at $4.50 for illuminating pur- poses; 9 gallons of water; 2 oz. of lime; 20 spoonfuls of salt. is not a gross thing as a stone: neith- er is the soul that practices it. "The pillaging of men's souls is at the root of most evil today: the vio- lated right of the speechless child the denial of a living wage to the laboring man, the mockery of the sacredness of the home. The priest stopped speaking. Uncle Pliny again read over the display card in the window. "l am not Uncle Pliny?" he asked, "Ac " cording to that, no. Chemically speaking, phosphor-fat-and-all-those.. other-compounds. Nothing more." "And my boy who died for his coun- try on the battlefields of France ? Had he no soul ?" "According to that, no. Dust to dust. Merely more energy and matter releamd for enriching the soil. Clay kneaded down, as in the brickyard over there. Patriotism? A fine flux of energy ?" "And the tears I shed?" "According to that, your tears, and the tears of every parent i the land, and the tears from the first cry of an- [] i He stopped to analyze the plus. "It Considerable quantities of starch, . wasn't style (there was a vast sate-lehlorid e of potassium, magnesium, l' i: faction in the remark) for his coat sulphur and hydrochloric acid. , m was too short to be called long, and One thousand eggs with their shells too long to be called short. His have the material essential to the trousers were baggy at the knees. But making of this man in all detail from his face! There was something re- cerebral tissue to toe nails. markable about that, with eyes very large, and very wide open, and wit a Despite the placard's high scientific quick inttdtion that comes from hay- sound, Uncle Pliny snorted. ing sifted oneself for long, down to "Where is the soul ?" he asked, not the very depths of one's soul, and then realizing that he was putting his quee looked up into the face of God. From tion aloud, and certainly not expecting  the depth I have cried to thee." any answer, or, at least, an answer - "Plus." Uncle Pliny, puzzled, hesi- whence it came. B tated. "Plus what, Father?" "According to that, there is none." "Perhaps it was the grace of his Uncle Pliny 'looked to his side. priesthood," I suggested. For I know There was a priest, the priest of the that children, by the faith infused in Christmas counter, of the Sodality Ba- Baptism, recognize in the priest a zaar, of the street corner. spiritual fatherhood, and come around ' "According to that, there is none," him not only by a natural instinct, the priest repeated. "The world has drawn by kindness, but by a supernat- swooped down in its Grand Pillage ural instinct as to one who belongs to and robbed man. It has robbed him of them by right. God. Now it is robbing him of his . "Yes." The monosyllable ran over soul, and is leaving him the scrap- m. with content. He ws with some boys heap of perishable things, and is steal- at a street corner when a new at- ing the eternal. rival came along. "There was the Grand Pillage in "Praised be Jesus Christ!" the new Edenr when Satan with crafty wile boy said, looking up into the priest's promised with the forbidden fruit 4ace. equality with the Creator. And in- "'Forever and ever. Amen!' came stead, our first parents lost sanctify. the priest's answer, and the two heads ing grace, and with sanctifying grace, I bowed reverently. The boy passed on. integrity and immunity from death, I 'See,' said the priest, 'how polite he and a state of unalloyed happiness, as. He goes to the Sisters' School. prepared by God Himself, in a garden| Wouldn't you like to be like him?'" of delights. J "W Then the priest said something too here was the Grand Pillage of the ! low for' Uncle Pliny to catch and the centuries, when Christ's humanity was I little group disbanded. But the last denied and His Divinity gainsaid, even [ lagging little boy had not gone very as it is today. Every spirit that dis- J solveth'Jesus is not of God. Jesus ]m far when he stopped. "Fader!" he called. The priest turned. The boy stood at stiff soldierly attention. Off came his hat. "Praised bd Jesus Christ!" There was another interlude of smoke. But Uncle Pliny did not speak to the priest just then. It was still a case of seeing and of hearing, not of addressing. Months went by until ond F . morning an ex-service mtn came to Uncle Pliny's house for bread, and naturally, over the kitchen table they got to talking of the war. He had been at Chateau Thierry? And did he know Uncle Pliny's son, Bart? The,ex-service man took out a little QUALIW SHOPPE guish in theworld until the last, only so much salt and water. Even His tears, who wept over Jerusalem." Uncle Pliny was silent. His narra- tive was done. His pipe, gone out, lay unheeded on the arm of the chair. "The Grand Pillage of Souls," he at last repeated slowly, "it is diabolical! Father, that I may not be entirely de- spoiled, receive me into the Catholic Church." ST. JOSEPH'S ORPHANAGE (Continued from page 9) hesitated to preempt the Sisters and their little wards, and there is no doubt would not lmve done so, did not Bishop Morris do his "big bit" for te nation, the State and the city by vol- untary offering this diocesan institu- tion and its acreage to further the founding here of wha was to be known as Camp Pike. Gives Camp Site Satisfactory arrangement was made with all concerned and Arkansas pos, sessed its famed army camp. The Sisters and the orphans met with the work and worries of moving from their comfortable home in the same patriotic spirit as the soldiers did who immediately occupied the building anti the grounds in activities pertaining to a martial camp. Olo College as Orphalmge Fortunately Bishop Morris was able to give them temporary quarters in the old Little Rock College buildings on 25th anff' Gaines streets, then un- occupied. Here St. Joseph's Orphanage held domicile, until war's cessation and army reductions allowed of its re-es- tablishment in its old and more desir- able home on Belmont Hill, The greater part of the summer of 1921 was gven over to the lemova], and now Rev. Sister Annie and her large family are quite settled and PHIFER HAGEN & WORLEY COTTON COMPANY Little Rock, Arkansas" PROMPT SERVICE COURTEOUS TREATMENT 1118 MAIN ST. DELICATESSEN SANDWICHES HOT LUNCHES LITTLE ROCK, ARK. ATLAS FUEL COMPANY DEALERS IN High Grade Domestic, Spadra Anthracite and Blacksmithing oal TELEPHONE 4-0520 800 THAYER AVENUE J. L. GILLILAND R.D. RIDDLE ROSE CITY 0RANGE-CRUSH BOTTLING CO, Orange-Crush, Lemon-Crush, Lime-@rush WE MAKE IT BETTER--ALL FLAVORS 1015 CENTER STREET. LITTLE ROCK, ARK. I | LITTLE ROCK FURNITURE MANUFACTURING CO. LITTLE ROCK, ARKA*}qSAS ALFREY HEADING COMPANY LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS SOUTHLAND COFFEE COMPANY A. M. WIEGAND Proprietor and Manager [] N again enjoying all the adequate facili- ties of this fine diocesan plant. The children are especially pleased over the return to their commodious building and its pleasant play areas. Friends of St. Joseph's and the in- mates will be greatly accommodated now as not before, with the frequent and easy transportation services of- fered by the motor barges to and from Camp Pike, now the Military Camp for the State of Arkansas. 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