Franciscan herald (1913 - 1940) . Little Margaret and her Companions Tier of God and Heaven. She un-derstood everything. Martha, would you like to go toHeaven to our dear Lord and toyour mama? Yes, Father, I when you are there, youwill pray for us, you will pray foryour papa and for Teresa, wontyou? Teresa. Are you ready? Whydont you get ready? With thesewords of faith in a blessed irhmor-tality, the child breathed her was the happy and edifyingdeath of little Martha Askenett. When I left the death chamber, Ithought of the words of our dearLord: Verily, I have not found sog
Franciscan herald (1913 - 1940) . Little Margaret and her Companions Tier of God and Heaven. She un-derstood everything. Martha, would you like to go toHeaven to our dear Lord and toyour mama? Yes, Father, I when you are there, youwill pray for us, you will pray foryour papa and for Teresa, wontyou? Teresa. Are you ready? Whydont you get ready? With thesewords of faith in a blessed irhmor-tality, the child breathed her was the happy and edifyingdeath of little Martha Askenett. When I left the death chamber, Ithought of the words of our dearLord: Verily, I have not found sogreat faith even in FRANCISCAN HERALD 149 MARGARET AND JANE [For Franciscan Herald)B.\ Catherine Maria Hayes, Tertiary. IT was with a sigh of relief thatMargaret Lane hurried out ofthe big department store as thelast bell sounded. -She had spent amost trying day behind the head had ached persistentlysince the morning, and the thousandand one queries and demands of thebargain hunters had so grated onher nerves that she found herselfmore than once answering a shop-per far from politely. As she hurried along the brightlylighted streets, she felt somewhatrefreshed by the cool evening air,but there was still a pucker in herfair brow when she pushed open thedoor of the little apartment sharedwith her friend Jane Leslie, whowas employed as book-keeper by alarge law firm. Jane was putting the finishingtouches to a little tea table drawnup before the cheery grate, whenher friend entered the room. Justin time for hot biscuits, Maggie,she exclaimed cheerily. But whythat forbidding countenance, if Imay a
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