n hour, and in the
interval he went to see Father Tracy.

The Catholic priest and the Presbyterian elder were good friends, for
his reverence was a jolly Irishman, very proud of his title of the
"Protestant Priest." It was whispered that he was not in favour in
ecclesiastical circles, but little cared he, for he was in the highest
favour with everybody in Algonquin, especially those in need, and the
hero of every boy who could wave a lacrosse stick.

"Good mornin', Father O'Flynn," cried Lawyer Ed, as, swinging his cane,
he was ushered into the priest's sanctum. "Sure and I suppose it's yer
owld job ye're at--

"_Checkin' the crazy ones, urgin' the aisy ones,
Helpin' the lazy ones on wid a stick._"

"It is that, then," said Father Tracy, his blue eyes dancing. "And
here's wan o' the crazy ones. Sit ye down, man, till I finish this
note, and I'll be checkin' ye all right. I'll not be a minute."

Lawyer Ed of course could not sit down, but wandered about the room
examining the pictures on the wall, a few photographs of popes and
cardinals.

"Sure this is a terrible place for a heretic like me to be in, Father,"
he exclaimed. "Oi'm getting clane narvous. If it wasn't called a
Presbytry, I'd niver dare venture. It's got a good name. By the way,
I don't see John Knox here," he added, anxiously examining the
cardinals again.

Father Tracy's pen signed his name with a flourish. "You'll see John
Knox soon enough if ye don't mend your ways, Edward Brians," he said.
"Now, what do ye want of me this morning?" But the two Irishmen could
not let such a good joke pass unnoticed; when they had laughed over it
duly, the business was stated.

"He'll go to no law," said the shepherd of this wayward sheep. "I'll
see him to-night, and it's grateful I am to you, Edward, for your
interest. I hear the boys are getting together to see about a junior
league. Algonquin ought to get the championship this year--"

But Lawyer Ed knew better than to let Father Tracy get off onto the
subject of lacrosse. "I wish Algonquin would take the championship
vote for Local Option next January, Father," he said tentatively. He
waited, but Father Tracy said nothing. He was not so much noted for
his leanings towards teetotalism as towards lacrosse.

"It would keep Mike Cassidy straight," ventured the visitor again.

"I can keep Mike Cassidy straight without the aid of any such heretic
props," said Father Tracy, looking decide