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-humor. He placed a hand on 1Ao shoulder of the nearest one Of his children" This happened to be Jack Stuart.
 Father Ryan never overlooked t peg on which 10 hang a precept, nor an opportunity to drive home q moral. He was the preacher per ennial. the midst Of his work he was ever playing at preaching, as in the midst Of his play he WAS always working at It, And yet he never seemed 10 preach. so rare was the personality or him as man.
 T have been made the custodian Of an amazingly splendid secret.' he announced. with a benevolent placiditv that seemed 10 settle over and envelop him like veil. An amazingly splendid secret he re- peated, as if 1t Were delicious nor sal on the tongue. T had not in tended letting my cat out of the bag until tomorrow, sunday. But Circumstance. over which, and so forth. enables me to reveal it here and now. It is this:
 "Air. Patrick Sweeney, our below cd brother and esteemed fellow te}wnsrlan. has endowed the hospital with the munjficent sum Of s5o,- 0e0, to be used in the surgical ward for the free treatment of crippled children, In celebration of this be- quest, Mir. Sweeney plans to give a picnic one week from today, on the hank of the river near his home. All members of the church. and others of his friends, are to be ln- vited. Tn tn evening there will be dancing on the lawn. And now l ask you-iid l say something, chll- dren ?"
 You said I mouthful, Father Pat" vernacularly answered Ann McGuffy, who feared neither God, man or the devil, not to mention q mere ordinary monk.
 But this monk had a happy, ln- growing sense of humor that even the outspoken crndities of Ann Nc Guffy couldn't lessen, a faculty that enabled him to understand the i'm pulse that impelled her somewhat irreverent reply to his question: II would seem, in fact, as 1T ,he question had been worded with a view to drawing just about such an answer, considering that both priest and girl were Irish.
 Tn that event, then,' observed Father Pat, his beaming smile spreading in a sort of reflected ef- fulgence over the small resemblance .'eyerybodv here must have got ar earful,"
 And maybe if we wait a thpell Father" piped up the lnsouclah' Billie Browne. with her brand ol naivete, Jack Thtnart's bootleg gern come along an everybody CT get a thnootful!'
 Poor Billie. Her smart crack fel as flat as the pr,verpial pancake The subject of her very muc5 forced bit of witticism glanceF sharply at the little blonde. H. would have to have a quiet tall with Billie on the side, he told him self, and put a flea in her ear. His attention, however. was yer, suddenly diverted from Billie by fh' none-too-musica voice of sweet Amity Smythe.
 "Danle Rumor says Jack hn' Tony's bootlegger is Pittsburgi , millionaire with flair for buyln ore stocks" cackled Amity, quici to grab this chance for heaving he 1 harpoon.
 lack Stuart experienced Jolt U his sense of perfect conteht'ieh' Could any information regarding 'h removal and sal. of the 'Cold ire | ore have leaked out? what coul' the S,nythe woman mean by hef al l,sion 10 lore stocks and "Pl'ts burgh millionaire
 He knew that Jill and Amt 1 snvtha were not on visiting terms Hence if the woman possessed all | actual knowledge of matters t uh;ch her remark hinted, she va likely to try and cause them troools ! These thoughts flashed 1hrousl lis mind with almost instantaneou rapjdity. She had scarcely ilnlshe sneaking when he shot back an an swer.
 "Dame Rumor always talks Wit q long and crooked tongue, Ms smythe." he said. in a cold, polif tone. For that matter he wen on swiftly, neither Jack nor Ton have any bootleeger in Pi'tsburgf ore elsewhere So tn next time Eo hear Dame Rumor, repeating Una stuff. Miss S.nythe, just tell her 10 me that she's liar.
 Why, Jack, I'm thurprlthed 3 vou," chirped the unsquelchabl Billie Browne from her perch on revolving stool, her silk clad Knee fiisplaved in sllimmery hosiery enc ing in a roll. Would you tell perfect lady thees liar?'
 "Dame Hu1nor is an old scandt monger, not lad.. s'lllle B.!
 Up spoke the reportorial staff ( The News Buzzer, Ann NcGuff, If Jack calls her falsifying, nc good old busybody he's speakll nothin' but the truth. Dame Rumt they say-has wrecked mof homes, started more divorces, an broken more hearts than all tn ether forces combined. You're
 good kid, Billie-when you keep sti and ] like you, bat lay off Dam Runor Don't listen to her, an above all. don't quote her. Am
 hot right. Father Pat?'
 Absolutely right, my daughter, replied the priest, with marked CIT puasis. Dame Rum ossip-ls
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