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ad so materially with money, and coached so faithfully in the
"Charlie McManus, the model Catholic lad? Of course I
remember him. What has become of him?"
"He stands before you, Father. But he is no longer the
model Catholic boy, but a most wretched, ungrateful scound
rel, who has insulted you most shamefully and "
He was interrupted by Father Welsby, who took the young
man's hand and shook it frankly and affectionately. "My
dear Mac, let us go back into the sitting-room," he said as
he took the young man by the arm.
"Father Welsby," began young McManus, "you cannot
imagine how low, how mean, how abject I feel when I think
of the way "
"Now, Mac, none of that. For the sake of Auld Lang Syne,
not another word about our bumping together in the street
and the little comedy that followed."
"There is no butting in my house. Tell me what you have
been doing with yourself these fourteen years. By this time
you ought to be a most successful lawyer."
"I ought to be; but alas! I am nothing but a vile, wretched
dissipated spendthrift. I have squandered my talents, my
money, my time, in search of pleasure, and I have found
nothing but disappointment, misery and mental suffering.
Ever since I gave up the practice of my religion, I have never
enjoyed a moment of real happiness. My temper has been
soured, my health impaired, my mind obscured, my will
weakened. In fact, my whole existence has been poisoned.
If I had the courage to burst asunder the heavy and loath
some chains that bind me to this heart I would
"You would make a good confession, my dear Mac, and re
pair the past and be happy, as happy as you were at Shafts
bury when you practiced your religion."
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