Short Stories

A Story for Children

JUST as the sun was peeping over the horizon, Ah Wong's father woke him up. It was a festival day, the feast of the Lanterns - a day when people in China really enjoy themselves and forget all their troubles and visit their friends.

As Ah Wong walked. with his father, amidst the clatter of the narrow streets lit with quaint and brilliant lanterns, he saw two sweetfaced women, dressed in a strange fashion. They smiled at him as he passed, and he stood there looking after them.

Suddenly, he noticed that they had dropped something. He ran to pick it up. Ah Wong found a little black Cross with a figure on it. He looked at it very carefully, but when he looked up, the Sisters had disappeared.
"We Wanted to Defend Our Beloved Jesus"

In a small Russian town called Ekaterina, fifteen little boys had been preparing for their First Communion.

Ekaterina was full of the foes of the Catholic Church, and the little boys had to be very careful and cautious during the days of their preparation to receive into their little hearts their Lord and God, Jesus our beloved Redeemer, for a tiny little word imprudently uttered would have soon caused a conflagaration. The great day arrived at last and the little boys had the great happiness of receiving Jesus for the first time into their hearts purified by the Sacrament of Confession.

From that day onward these fifteen little boys would regularly meet in the Church every evening, in order to make a visit to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament as an act of reparation to Our Lord for the abandonment to which He was left by the impious people of the town.
By "Elizabeth"

Mary Rogers had been in her situation as general help for eighteen months and decided it was time to look for something better. After all, she was twentyone, and it was time she was earning more to help her widowed mother. Work in that little seaside town was very scarce and wages poor, so Mary decided to try further afield. "But don't go to London" her mother urged, "it is such a dreadful place for young girls."

The fates, however, decreed otherwise, for every answer to her advertisement was from London. So in due course Mary, with fast beating heart, wended her way to that city for her interview. In the course of conversation the question of religion arose. "I am Church of England," said Mary, "and would like to go to early service occasionally." "Yes, certainly," replied the lady. "My other two maids are Roman Catholics," she added, "so have to go to early service every Sunday."
A PROBABLE STORY OF THE SIMPLE FAITH AND CONVERSION OF A SOUTH INDIAN. (From Catholic Missions)

In the year 1874 Father Dupuy a Missionary in India, who related the following very interesting story, was stationed at Trichinopoly as the Catholic Chaplain of the' Central Goal where accompanied by an Indian religious called Thomei, he used to minister to the native Christians of the prison. One Saturday as the priest was entering the ward there stood close to the door a man not a Christian since he had painted on his forehead the 'namani' of Vishnu.
He made a respectful salaam and told Thomei that he earnestly desired to become a Christian.

At first the white Father distrusted him supposing that he had some private views of his own so he would not believe in him nor allow him to attend the religious instructions. The rule of this Gaol forbids the convicts to change their religion while serving their terms. The Father then told Muthuswamy for this was the man's name that he exposed himself to punishment if he does not obey the regulation of the gaol but he insisted in joining the Christians and Thomei after further questioning found that he possessed some knowledge of our Holy Faith and he begged the priest very hard to give him the 'soul cleansing water.'
Teresa was jelous for the first time in her life, Until she was seven years old she had been the only child, and now she had a little baby brother. Everyone was very excited and happy about the new baby. People said "What a pretty Baby," and "Isn't he like his Father?" But Teresa only thought how pink and ugly he was. And how everyone seemed to forget her and think only of him.

"Horrid pink thing," muttered Teresa with a sniff. "Can't think what they see in him, anyway. And Mother doesn't want any more, either. And Father's hardly looked at me since that—that lump came." A big tear ran down Teresa's cheek, quivered a moment on the tin of her chin and then toppled off.

At that moment Father came into the room, and looked at his small daughter in amazement. "Teresa, my dear," said Father, as he knelt on the floor and put his arm round her. "What's the matter? Has anyone been hurting you?"