it to him. It
was very much to the point.

"DEAR BISHOP,--You may or may not know me, but I knew you
when you were pastor of St. Alexis in my native town. The
fact is, you baptized me. I would not even have known where
you were, had it not been for a mistake I made this morning.
I came down from the mountains and went to Mass at Ashford.
When I was going away I gave the young priest a thousand
dollar note. If you recognize my name, you will understand
that it was not too much for me to give, for though I am a
stingy sort of fellow, the Lord has blessed me with
considerable wealth. I remember saying to the young priest
that I wanted him to put it in the collection, which as I
remember now, was for the Seminary. I figured it out that he
would be sending the collection to you.

"Now, I don't like to disappoint you, dear Bishop, but I did
not intend that money to go to the Seminary, but to the
pastor for the little parish. Later on, when developments
start in the mountains, and they will start when I get back
to New York, I may need that young priest to come up and
take care of my men; so I want the money to go to his
church, which, from what my driver told me coming over,
needs it. I may take care of the Seminary later on, for I
expect to be around your section of the country a great deal
in the future.

"Respectfully yours,

"PAUL WILCOX."

Through tear-dimmed eyes Father Ryan saw all the sternness go out of
the Bishop's face.

"Mr. Wilcox," said his Lordship, "is a millionaire many times over. He
is one of the largest mine operators in the world. He likes to do
things of this kind. You may go to Lansville, Father Ryan; but I
think, if I were you, I would stay here. When Wilcox says things are
going to move, they usually do. Think it over and take your choice.
Here is your thousand dollars. I do not find it a good thing, Father,
to praise people; especially those I have to govern, so I am not going
to praise you for what you have done. It was right, and it was your
duty. I appreciate it."

THE OCCASION

Mr. O'Brien of No. 32 Chestnut street had his entire family with him,
as he hurried to the eight o'clock Mass. Mrs. O'Brien was already
tired, though she had gone only a block from the house; for Elenora,
who always was tardy, had to be dressed in a hurry. Then Tom had come
d