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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 141 long, trolley cars, wagons, carts, and the people passed by in a continuous stream. J rarely went to the window. I wrote at ray table, and I said my Breviary walking up and down. The city noises had ceased to be a distraction to me, and my prayers were as fervent as when I was in the church. That afternoon I was writing a letter and had come to a stop; sud denly a thought came to me: Go to the window! I hesitated a moment for it was not my wont to appear at the window, but the thought urged me: Go at once! "I sprang to my feet, and went to the window. I saw a crowd, and a trolley car had stopped in front of our door. Mutterings were heard like summer thunder far away, and I saw dozens of men trying to hoist the wheels from a crushed human form. The car had been emptied, and they succeed ed. When the white face of the man appeared, instinctive ly I snatched my stole that was on a chair and, raising my hand, gave him conditional absolution, and (if he were a Ca tholic) the Plenary indulgence in articulo mortis. It was the work of a minute or two, and then I saw men lifting him up, and carrying him directly to our door. I rushed down stairs, but the door had been opened, and the poor man lay on the floor in the vestibule while the morbid crowd was shut out. "They made way for me, but all was over. He was dead. The car wheels had gone over his breast. I looked at him. He was one of my own parishioners; a good man, who had been to confession to me only a week before. 'Father,' said one of the men who carried him, 'he was breathing when the car wheel was lifted. " 'Yes,' said another, 'he breathed while we were carrying him in here. It was the nearest place, and he is a Catholic' " 'He is one of my penitents,' I said, 'and he is safe with God. May his soul rest in peace!' 'Amen,' said they all with their hats removed. "And then came the doctor, the coroner, the friends; and all the attendant confusion. He little recked, the poor, crushed being, who had, through God's inspiration to me, received the last absolution and plenary indulgence. Had I waited, had I neglected the inward voice, it would" have been too late."