The Irish standard., 1915-04-03

/ to die. Are you trying to shake your
red rag of He'll fire at me? Are you
trying to scare me with that?"
ut was the last thing in my thought
Mr.. Sargent. Nevertheless"
Where would this man Lloyd be to-
day, if you had not stopped him?
Where would this whole strike have
been months ago, if they had not had
you to preach wisdom and patience
and endurance to them? l could have
harried them into rioting and madness
and then have crushed them like an
eggshell. But there you were, preach
ing peace and everlasting, gray cum
ming to them.
and why do you do it? Because
you think to drive your Church in as
wedge, wedge between Anarchy and
all the tearing forces below and Capt.
talism and all the grinding powers
above-to save the country that way.
Country or no country, you have
been my strongest enemy. You will
be the first to go. l will"
For an instant the old priest had
taken his eyes from Sargent while he
ranted.
The other man was stealing round
the corner of the table toward Sar-
gent. Furtive of eye, hairy of face, he
moved with the strained, vibrating
stealth of gaunt panther preparing
to leap.
Dear God. Could that be Jimmie
Lloyd? Could few weeks of Jail
have done that to him? Not so would
the Jimmie Lloyd whom he had known
go to his enemy!
Even in his horror, the Dean acted
swiftly. He grasped Sargent by the
arm and swung him around, so that
his own wide body was between the
two men. Then, with grip that told
of the giant strength of his younger
days, he almost lifted his man to the
door, and, opening it, pushed him
though, saying but one word:
"Go!"
With his back against the door, the
Dean looked at Lloyd. He had dropped
back loosely into his chair, and his
head fell inert on his chest. The Dean
crossed the room and laid a hand on
Loyd's shoulder.
Jimmie" he said, Il have seen sor-
row; and you have lain with sorrow
But. of all the men that l have ever
known, that man just gone needs pity
most. Think, think a while, and you
will see."
Lloyd answered not at all, but
reached up and took the hand on his
shoulder in grasp that would have
crushed any other hand.
Can he hurt you, Father?" he asked
presently. Because, if he can, will
go, or do anything he"
Jimmie" the Dean interrupted,
have you listened to me all these
years and do not know that no man
can hurt you or me? If we do wrong
or do foolishly, then we can be hurt,
not otherwise"
Then Wheeler came in.
Father Huetter, supper, and long
suffering housekeeper were all waiting
for the Dean when he came home.
AS he walked in to the waiting table,
he avoided the accusing eye of the
housekeeper and fastened to create a
diversion.
Did you ever wonder, Father Huet.
ter" he said, as blandly as though he
had never in his life kept meal wait
ing, where Father Lynch goes to
school for his uncommon knowledge
of men and their hearts?"
The housekeeper, feeling herself
out-generaled. retired scornfully.
Father Huetter, while he smiled at
the unspoken duel, answered:
well, they say he only reads one
book outside of Mass and Office. But
that book is the Douay Bible. l be-
lieve he knows the half of it by
heart"
Eyes. guess that 10 the answer"
agreed the Dean. mo new thing has
happened to a human heart since that
Book was written"
Richard Aumerle Maher, O.S.A., in
the Ecclesiastical Review.
THE STORY OF ANOTHER ANTI.
CATHOLIC LECTURER.