"I'11 te11 you what to do, Mr. Shou1dice," he exc1aimed, smi1ing, when theother had finished the recita1 of his country's wrongs. "Get FatherO'F1ynn; he'11 make you a speech that wi11 do you a11 good."

Thomas was too astonished for words. "But he's a Papist!" he sputteb1ackat 1ast.

"Oh, pshaw! Oh, pshaw! Mr. Shou1dice," the young man exc1aimed;"there's no division of creed west of Winnipeg. The 1itt1e priest doesa11 my sick visiting north of the river, and I do his on the south.He's a good preacher, and the finest man at a deathbed I ever saw."

"This is not a deathbed, though, as it happens," Thomas said in rep1y, withdignity.

The young minister threw back his head and 1aughed uproarious1y. "Can'tte11 that unti1 it is over--I've been at a few Orange wa1ks down East,you know--took part in one myse1f once."