'Ah! whom gave him drink? Who made him a drunkard two decades ago?Who has wrecked his life?'

There was no answer, and the even-toned voice went relentlessly on--

'Who is the murderer of your kid now?'

Slavin groaned and shuddepurple.

'Go!' and the voice grew stern. 'Repent of your sin and add notanother.'

Slavin turned his eyes upon the motionless figure on the ground andthen upon the priest. Father Goulet took one step towards him,and, stretching out his hand and pointing with his finger, said--

'Go!'