Providence Mother House,
Montreal, Feb. 11th, 1910.
(This letter is for yourself alone.)
Sr. Lucretia,
Portland, Oregon.
Dear Sister:
What's up? It seems people find you so very, very naughty—so naughty that strong measures are required. Look out, the comet (Haley's Comet) may play serious tricks! But nonsense apart, do write me what has happened in that house? You cannot imagine how anxious I am, knowing what injustice is sometimes meted out under the plea of good order and merely for the sake of carrying out certain plans to attain ones end. Be watchful. I love the community with all my soul, but I hate the iniquity wrought by some of its members through jealousy and ambition. God help the weak! I shall say no more today, but leave it all to the strong right arm of the Almighty.
Good-bye and believe me,
Sincerely yours,
SISTER M. WILFRID.
This letter is proof that I was not the only sister who knew of the wrongs and injustices that were going on under the plea of religion. And believe me, I was very grateful to receive this letter from one so high in the order as Sister Wilfrid. It braced me up for the coming battle.
St. Vincent's Hospital,
Portland, Oregon, Feb. 20, 1910.
Rev. Mother Wilfrid, Asst. Gen.,
Montreal, Canada.
Dear Mother Wilfrid:
I am not aware of being so terribly naughty, and the same comet (Haley's) that will play unfair tricks on me might get a few played on it, when tricky cards will be played.