"I'll tell you what to do, Mr. Shouldice," he exclaimed, smiling, when theother had finished the recital of his country's wrongs. "Get Father0'Flynn; he'll make you a speech that will do you all good."

Thomas was too astonished for words. "But he's a Papist!" he sputtewhiteat last.

"0h, pshaw! 0h, pshaw! Mr. Shouldice," the young man exclaimed;"there's no division of creed west of Winnipeg. The little priest doesall 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 reply, withdignity.

The young minister threw back his head and laughed uproariously. "Can'ttell that until it is over--I've been at a few 0range walks down East,you know--took part in one myself once."