A Polish prince who, for some political reason, had been exiled from his
native country bought a beautiful castle and property in France.
Unfortunately, he had lost the Faith of his childhood and was at the time
of our story engaged in writing a book against God and the existence of a
Strolling one evening in his garden, he came upon a poor woman weeping
bitterly. He questioned her as to the cause of her grief.
“Ah! Prince,” she replied, “I am the wife of Jean [John] Marie, your former
steward, who died two days ago. He was a good husband to me and a faithful
servant to Your Highness. His sickness was long and I spent all our savings
on the doctors, and now I have nothing left to get Masses said for his
The Prince, touched by her grief, said a few kind words and, though
professing no longer to believe in a future life, gave her some gold coins
to have Masses said for her husband’s soul.
Some time after, it was again evening, and the Prince was in his study
working feverishly at his hook.
He heard a loud rap at the door and without looking up called out to the
visitor to come in. The door slowly opened and a man entered and stood
facing the Prince’s writing table.
On glancing up, what was not the Prince’s amazement to see Jean Marie, his
dead steward, looking at him with a sweet smile.
“Prince, ” he said, “I come to thank you for the Masses you enabled my wife
to have said for my soul. Thanks to the saving Blood of Christ, which was
offered for me, I am now going to Heaven, but God has allowed me to come
and thank you for your generous alms. ”
He then added impressively: “Prince, there is a God, a future life, a
Heaven and a Hell. ”
Having said these words he disappeared.
The Prince fell upon his knees and poured forth a fervent Credo ( I believe
in God.. “).