nd was elsewhere. But his taut face showed that he was
thinking regrettable things.

When the doctor left, Father Boone took Mrs. Daly by the hand and said,
"My dear child, you must be brave. These are the moments when our
blessed Faith means everything to us. God's will is the greatest thing
in the world. That is why our Lord, in teaching us to pray, said: 'Thy
will be done.' He taught us that because it was necessary. He taught it
by example as well as by precept. In Gethsemani He prayed, 'Not my will
but Thine be done.' He, the Son of God, had His sorrows too. Resignation
to God's will does not mean that we must not feel or suffer, but that in
spite of our feelings, we rise up in Faith and see God as our Father. We
must realize that He loves us, and we must say to Him, 'Thy will be
done.' His will may cause pain now, but it is the pain that profits to
life everlasting, and the pain that makes us like unto Him and dear to
Him. Let us all kneel down, all of us, and say the 'Our Father.'"

Slowly, solemnly, he prayed. "Our Father . . . who art in heaven, . . .
hallowed be Thy name; . . . Thy kingdom come; . . . _Thy . . . will . . .
be . . . done . . ._ on earth as it is in heaven. . . . Give us this
day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, . . . as we forgive
those who trespass against us. . . . And lead us not into temptation;
. . . but deliver us from evil. . . . Amen."

There was a pause--a long pause. Frank thought it was a new prayer. He
had never realized all that it meant. It seemed the best sermon he had
ever heard. He felt now that he could bow his head to anything that God
asked of him and say "Thy will be done." The priest arose, and the
others with him.

The mother's face was changed. There was the peace of God on her
countenance. In the presence of her dying son, she had the exaltation of
Mary at the foot of the Cross. Mr. Daly stood stunned. In a few minutes
he too showed a calm face. Father Boone was the first to break the
silence.

"If God wants your boy, Mrs. Daly, let Him have him. If you asked Willie
for something you would want him to give it to you. If it was hard for
him to give, you would know he loved you when he gave it. If God asks
you for Willie, show Him you love Him. And now good-bye.

"It is late, Frank. You had better come along with me," he added,
looking toward him. They made their parting as consoling as possible and
left.

Later, as they struck the Avenue, and were