Evening star., 1914-07-26

LANAI bulk of the engine He was scowling; for
1WN hehad his own troubles, and his conscience
GSSNNB not at peace. Consequently, when
N9esS9 Father Ryan touched him the shoul-
der, he swung round with oath and the
grip of fright in his vitas Father Ryans calm gray
eyes looked into Calahans troubled face and held his
wavering gaze
"Me boy said the priest gently, "its shame to
and the church that lost our hold ye What's
wrong with ye, Lad?'
Nothing" growled Callahan, Strengthening with a
that shook off the others OBTAINING hand.
Nothing Father If I've lost the faith, it's fault
of yours"
The gray eyes held him. aFaith?' he said slowly.
"No ye've not lost yer faith. fear in yer face,
Boy. You as is known as Daredevil Calahan-of what
ye afraid, then except of your own soul?"
The fireman backed away uneasly. He wanted to
say something ugly, to afront Father Ryan for good
and all, and be done with him. but he could not. In
stead he shifted from foot the other the picture
of guilt.
Look at ye, Lad!" the accusing voice rang in his
"The heart of ye is hurting,-1 see t,-yet the
Lord has His forgiveness in His hand for ye. Won't ye
and take it?'
"Get to hell outer here!" Callahan cursed.
The priest shook warning finger. "1ts yourself,
Michael Callahan, you that named for the great
fghtin angel, that be gein to hell out of here! And
don't forget that me boy you that put your body in
the fiery furnace time after time without the seal of
God upon ye Lad won't ye yer soul and come to
confession? Be sure III deal hardly with ye-for
flesh and blood all"
aNaaw' he snarled. sNothin' doin!7 He turned
and staked to the back of the great cement garage
Perorce Father Ryan had to let him go; but his
gretfu sigh he turned away reached Galatians
and he the priest, at himself and at the greed
that in him. Moody he threw himself upon
bench and glanced about. None of the crew had been
within earshot. He was glad of that's he felt in mood
for banter. "Get to hell outer here!' The words rang
his with sinister significance; for the of
spirit that had once been his replaced by
vague voices of terror that his gotten gains could not
buy to silence: that, and an uneasy knowledge that
the evil he had already done had unclaimed other and
terrible devils within him. There times when
nothing seemed sacred, nothing debarred-
A FAMILIAR whistle, low, yet piercing Jared him
from his painful thoughts. He sprang to his feet.
Slipping by the door chains lizzie Steiner the
enger At the sound of his whistle Burns and Mccall
appeared; but Callahan reached the visitor first.
"There's big fire at the Wroxex" the shifty-eyed
informer whispered; "the swell apartment, eight
blocks up. Five and Seven's there. They can't hold
it. You'll be called out Big pckns'
Mccall looked from Callahan to Burns with grin.
"What did tell you? That's freproof-not! The
top floor apartments there rent at sky prices They
overlook the park Leave the lowers be-
@Ain't that where them high-hyer Ryersons lve?"
whispered Burns
"Sure it is; and dollars to doughnuts nobody's junk
will be much locked up. It's four oclock-say, Gala
han"
Benson appeared at the door of the Office. Mccall"
he called "box 167 tapped
The brazen voice of the gong shut him off. Instantly
all was furious activity later the shrieing
engine its way, traed by the hook and ladder
Callahan swung into his heavy coat the machine
reeed to the His face set. Gone from his
eager spirit the vision of kindly Father Ryan and
his call to repentance. Loot, loot-was before him!
They rounded to with frghtfu jerk and drew up along
side hydrant.
"All out?' yelled Callahan at Guester of No. 7, as