Decatur Catholic High School - Tattler Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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'THE TIATTLE-R 2 1,3 He Paid the Price. Claude Nestor, a gentleman from this city, stood on the railway plat- form at Slowville looking disconsol- ately after a rapidly departing train. Where in the world am I? said he. He glanced up at the sign fasten- ed to the shed, called a depot. Then it dawned upon him. This was the place at which he was to have de- livered a package. He, himself, was enroute to Chicago. He rushed to the station house only to iind it locked. Mr. Nestor was in a rage by this time, and paced up and down for the longest fifteen minutes he had ever known. Then he collided with the queerest specimen of human na- ture he had ever seen. Hi, there, ye gentleman, what's on yer mind? Hello, are you the station mas- ter? I don't be nothin' else. Well, unlock this shed, I want to send a message after that train. Send a message after that train, did ye say? Yes, hurry, and show me the ap- paratus, I can send the message my- self. It's to go to Chicago. Reluctantly unlocking the door, Mr. Nester's host admitted him to the of- iice. Ye want to send a message to Shecawger, do ye? Wall, l recollect hearin' that name wanst, but I couldn't tell where to find it nohow. I'm a-thinkin ye'd better be sendin' a letter. Them machines in the cor- ner what they call a telegraph has somethin' spirit-like about 'em, an' l'm allers afeard they ain't jest na- teralf' In spite of this remonstrance, Mr. Nester had clicked off his message, and then inquired, When will there be another train going west? Tomorrer mornin' at 'leven fifty- five. Almost a day of delay and what he was to do during that time was more than Mr. Nestor could imagine. He sauntered to the one store on the one street of Slowville, and inquired for a hotel. Five gray-headed, grizzly-bearded patriarchs were ready to answer his questions. t'Well, now, stranger, you're the first man that's struck this town fer nigh onto a year. And as fer a hotel why there ain't no need o' keepin' one here. VJhar do you hail from? How do ye happen to be here? Got any relations in town? Yer wearin' a good black suit. Somebody in yer family dead? How long are ye calcerlatin' to stay? and a medley of other ques- tions greeted his ears. Our friend unaccustomed to such an interest in his affairs, turned his back to what he termed idle curiosity. Wall I swan, I never did see the likes o' thet fer bein' unsoshablef' struck his ears as he left. After a stroll to a nearby farm- house, where he succeeded in get- ting something to eat, our friend re- turnd to the depot, where he en- sconced himself for a night's rest on the wooden bench, determined to make the best of his situation, and vowing that he would never again of- fer to deliver a package for a friend, when he stood in danger of deliver- ing himself instead. -A. Heidemann, '24 G. R. Grace, President De Pauw Uni- versity- lVIillions of our Protestant youth today have no religious training, and this is the greatest national problem which we face. t ' p. 56 Outlook of Religion

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THE TATTLER 5 15 JvxAAfv .ff,v Our Priest Congressman. In the city of Detroit stands the statue of Father Gabriel Richard, the Apostle of Michigan. In con- templating it one wonders how many American citizens know that Father Richard was at one time a member of Congress. It was in 1794 that Father Richard escaped from revolutionary France, and came to this country. He was first sent to Illinois where he labor- ed with indefatigable zeal among the Indians. Later on, he went to Detroit, where he proved himself the champion of liberty, and the defend- er of the wronged and oppressed. Ill 1817, 'he succeeded in completing a church, which he dedicated to St. Ann. Threatened with imprisonment be- cause he refused to pay what he con- sidered an unjust debt, his friends, Protestant as well as Catholic, rallied to his aid. There was a vacancy in Congress just then in the district and Father Richard was nominated and elected to the post by his good friends who knew that as a member of the law-making body he was safe from the ordinary penalties of the law, and knew, moreover, the injustice of the charge brought against him. So Fa- ther Gabriel Richard took his seat in Congress and, respected by all his fellow members, worked faithfully for the good of his state and his adopted country. A warm patriot and servant of that country, he finally literally laid down his life for the people confided to his charge. A ter- rible epidemic of cholera broke out in 1832, in which Father Richard distinguished himself by his unwear- ied devotion to the sufferers. He fell a victim to his charity at last and died with these words on his lips: Now, O Lord, dost Thou dismiss Thy servant, according to Thy word, in peace! Reproduced from Franciscan Herald .fx The Miracle of His Eyes. I ITwilight in Galilee! The red sun of the tropics had sunk behind fleecy clouds. Birds warbled their vesper prayers and a blanket of serenity dropped over nature. Down the little hillpath bordered by luxuri- ant olive trees tripped a small child. His snowy garments fluttered in the evening breeze and His tangled, yel- low curls, on which the last rays of sun made a golden halo, fell on his shoulders. His face was lifted to the skies and a beautiful light shone from it. I stopped still-amazed-and stared at Him. Truly His face was that of a cherub and a wonderful peace settled over me. I knew the Child to be the son of Mary and of Joseph, the poor carpenter, the Wonder Child of Galilee. Soon the Child turned toward me and a smile that was as heavenly light itself broke upon my senses and soothed my troubled heart. Then I saw His eyes! Great pools of tenderness that rent my heart in two. They burned into my very soul. I fell to my knees and when I recovered from my emo- tion, the Child was gone II Thirty years have past-years of toil, of gladness and of sorrow. Years that have treated 1ne unkindly. I was sitting on the steps of the Tem- ple thinking of my past when a great hub-bub arose through the streets. I pulled on my mantle and rushed down whence the noise proceeded. Then I saw the poor rabble follow- ing and jeering at a poor man who was bent beneath the galling weight of a wooden cross. I pushed through the rabble eager to see the man whose actions had roused the people to such ire. ' I beheld a man in the prime of life. His long, curly hair was matted and bloody. A cruel crown of thorns sank into His head and blood gush-