Husband and wife -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
The Parish Priest of New York looked gravely at the girl for a moment.
Then he turned to look up through the unshaded window into the clear
breadth of sky that showed so high above the city's walls. From bedside
to confessional he had gone his round these many years past. And he had
learned that there is more of the spirit in the teeming streets, in the
crowded tenements, of the city than ever was in the open places, if
one but had the vision and the ear for it. He had seen and heard many
things for which he had not accounted.
Suddenly he turned to Wardwell, saying:
"Why do you wish to marry the young lady?"
"Because I love her," Wardwell answered so promptly and bluntly that
the Cardinal smiled.
"Were you ever baptized in any church?" the latter asked, after a
little pause.
"I do not think so."
"Have you heard, perhaps, that I have personally very strong objection
to my people marrying those who are not Catholics?"
"I have heard you say it. Your Eminence must understand," Wardwell
explained, "that some reporter hears nearly everything that you say in
public."
"I am glad to know that that is your business," the Cardinal said
briefly. "Some of my best friends through long years have been
newspaper men of this town. They are men of wide and sympathetic
understanding. Now," he went on, "has it occurred to you that I have
probably good reasons for opposing such marriages as the one for which
you ask?"
"I do not doubt you have good reasons, your Eminence."
"What might you think to be one of them?"
"I suppose there's enough to fight about," said Wardwell promptly--so
promptly that he saw the Cardinal smiling, and felt himself blushing
furiously under the boyish white skin.
"You seem to have acquired a working knowledge," said the aged man with
his smile, "of--But let us hope that it is not so bad as you have been
led to believe. There are other reasons, several of them," he continued
in a different tone. "You will find them all good. But back of them all
there is a very human, very practical one. It is this. The Catholic
party considers himself bound until death by a divine law. The other
party, in practice, hardly ever considers himself bound by anything but
the law of the land, and a certain vague sense of justice. It is never
fair," he ended gravely. "Never a fair partnership."
Wardwell was silent, thinking of the matter in a light in which it had
not, as a fact, ever occurred to him. He knew well enough that the
average man in his position would not and did not think that he bound
himself to anything beyond that which was the custom of the society in
which he lived.
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