"Yes," interrupted Father Boone, "he knows more now than all the colleges could impart."
"Say, Father Boone, do you know it's taken my breath away—the way you people look at things. You talk and feel about the other world as we do about this! Why, last night, everybody seemed to be right next door to God."
"That's our Faith," replied the priest. "It's our greatest treasure, the best thing we have in life. That is, for those of us who live up to it."
"It must be so, Father. I couldn't help but notice how happy that boy looked after the Sacraments. But, I came on another matter today. William Daly is dead. What I was going to do for him I want to do for some other whom you will designate. Preferably, that young lad who was with you last night. But I leave it to you."
"God will bless you for that. But Frank Mulvy comes of a well-to-do family. He is one of the finest lads that God ever made. He intends going to college after finishing at our high school. I have another boy, however, very deserving and very poor. If you will consent, I should like to designate him. His name is Edward Morgan."
"Edward Morgan it shall be," replied Mr. Roberts.
"Now, another thing, Father. I have told Mrs. Daly to have as nice a funeral as possible for her boy. That's not an act of kindness, but of justice. He saved my wife and child. I shudder when I think what life would be without them. All my money would be nothing, with them gone. Of course I shall take good care of Mr. Daly," he added.
"I am sure you are doing the part of a good and grateful man," said Father Boone.
"And another little thing, Father. We are close on to Christmas. I want to do something for you personally, for yourself, do you understand?"
"I thank you very much," said the priest, "but, really, I prefer to have you help some one else."