North Side: St. Anthony's
Shrine of St. Anthony
From The Pittsburg Press, 12 June
Thousands of Anxious Visitors
Father Mollinger's Resort.
Many People Who Have Come from a Distance to Be Cured of Disease.
Interesting Services to Be Held in the Little Chapel.
The pilgrimage to St. Anthony's
Shrine on Mount Troy has ceased and at sunset to-morrow night the vast
assemblage of invalids will begin to disperse. For weeks past they have
been coming in from all sections of the country, until all the boarding
places in the vicinity of Father Mollinger's chapel have been taxed to
the utmost capacity to receive and accommodate them. In fact there are
so many visitors they have sought shelter in private families or are being
cared for by relatives or friends.
To-day an air of anxious expectancy pervades the place. Bright face, cheerful
and hopeful, the invalids are waiting the dawn of to-morrow when they
will be permitted to bow before the shrine of St. Anthony and reverently
press their lips to the relics placed before the altar. They will attend
mass as usual this morning and will go to the confessional at 2 o'clock
this afternoon. The rest of the day they will spend in prayer and supplication,
so that on the morrow they may be healed of their infirmities.
An animated scene will be presented
in the little chapel to-morrow. From early morning until evening there
will be hours of excitement. Besides the hundreds of invalids now at the
boarding places clustered about the chapel, thousands of visitors will
go up from the two cities and it is expected that fully 12,000 people
will take part in the ceremonies of the day. For the first time the organ
in the chapel will be opened, and will lead the chorus of celebrants in
appropriate chants which have been selected for the occasion. Father Mollinger
will conduct the ceremonies assisted by two priests from the city. In
the afternoon he will bestow the blessings on the heads of the multitude.
It was expected that the new chapel would be dedicated to-day, but is
was stated yesterday that the time of the dedication has been postponed
A representative of the Press
paid a visit to Troy Hill last evening. He found Father Mollinger seated
on he steps of his residence perusing an evening paper. He looked up sharply
as the reporter stepped toward him and thinking the reporter was one of
his patients, he exclaimed, "I cannot see you now. I am too tired to do
anything more to-day. Tell my secretary your ailment."
"I wish to inquire about the dedication of the new chapel," said the reporter.
"Oh, well, it will not be dedicated to-morrow; I cannot say just when
the event will take place. This new chapel is an addition to the old one.
The old chapel was dedicated years ago and the new portion will not be
dedicated until it is finished. It is not quite ready. When all is in
readiness the bishop will take charge and will dedicate the new part of
the chapel with the usual ceremonies. Nothing but the regular mass will
be held to-morrow."
The venerable priest-physician
was kept busy all day yesterday receiving visits from his patients. His
office is now located in the rear of the little frame building which was
erected last week opposite the new chapel on Hazel street. The main room
of the building, 45 x 25 feet in size, is used as a chapel and waiting
room for patients. On the right, in front, is the entrance to Father Mollinger's
consulting room and the left is the exit door. All day long this little
chapel was filled, and one after another the patients passed in and out
of the office. Some came out with beaming faces, while others seemed downcast
and forlorn. At 5 o'clock in the evening the chapel doors were closed,
and disappointment was depicted on the faces of many who failed to see
Among the visitors to Mount
Troy from a distance are Henry Quinlan and wife of Deer Lodge county,
"I came to take care of my husband," said Mrs. Quinlan. "About five years
ago he was stricken down with pneumonia. Since then he has been scarcely
able to do anything. We are engaged in stock raising and have a large
ranch in Montana about 40 miles north of Butte City. We also have a ranch
down in Wyoming. Altogether we have about 2,500 cattle and horses on the
ranch at home. We make all our shipments to Chicago. It is a good, healthy
country out there, but I thought a change might benefit Mr. Quinlan, and
then I have hopes that Rev. Father Mollinger may do something for him.
We will travel for two or three months in the east before returning. We
were induced to come here by our friends after hearing of the remarkable
cure of Mary Ryan, a young lady residing at Helena, Mont. She came here
about three months ago and was almost crazy with epileptic fits with which
she was afflicted. She stayed here about a week and went home completely
Walking back and forth in front
of one of the boarding places was a handsome looking young man. He carried
a long cane reed in his hand and always swung it out before him in walking.
He has been blind for the past 10 years. To the reporter he gave his name
as Frank D. DeMarsh and said he resided with his parents at Little Rock,
Ark. His father accompanied him.
"Father Mollinger says my eyes are all right only the nerve is paralyzed,"
said Mr. DeMarsh. "He thinks I will get well. I was stricken blind about
10 years ago and had just gone through the junior class in the high school.
I have always congratulated myself that I got so much of my education
before losing my sight. Since then I learned to manufacture brooms and
can earn my own living in a broom factory. I have faith that God will
be merciful to me in my affliction, and that I may be cured."
Another touching sight was
that of a crippled boy being carried about the streets in the arms of
a man. The boy was James Hearn of Brazil, In. About 11 months ago he was
stricken with rheumatism and has since been unable to walk. When he came
to Troy hill he could not move either hands or feet. Now he can move his
body and arms freely and says he will walk before he goes home. His father
is a commercial traveler and is here with him.
One of the most cheerful patients
int he little colony of invalids is John Richards, of Canton, O. He is
blind, and is also suffering from a nervous affection.
"Well, John, what success to-day!" asked a friend as John walked down
from the consulting room.
"Oh, he gave me great encouragement."
"Yes, he said that I would get well. Glad of it too, for I would like
to get cured."