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282 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE ft your affection, your gratitude and your success; but your life is ahead of you; what shall it be?" "Uncle Ben," said the young man solemnly, "day and night have I thought of it these two years past; it is no hasty notion. I may disappoint you, for you cannot look upon it as I do; I shall be a priest of God, and pray for your conversion. ' ' Mr. Brown became ghastly pale, stared at him, and then sank down upon a bench near by, with out a word. We cannot portray the scene that followed. It was con tinued the next day, and it was long before Arthur obtain ed permission to follow his heart's desire. He won, however, and although his heart bled at the wound he gave his benefactor, he was strangely exultant. It was decided he should remain and go into the Seminary. A pale, broken looking old man, wrung his hand in si lence a few days later, as he boarded the train going North, and Arthur noticed he did not once look back. That was some years ago. Yesterday only yesterday as I write, Mr. Brown called to see me. He had a photo graph in his hand. "Father Alexander," said he, with a note of pride in his voice; "I want to show you my boy, Arthur. He writes me that he was ordained a priest last Saturday and said his first Mass on Sunday, and said it for me; and he has sent me his photograph." I looked at the photograph; it was a tall, slender figure with the pure eyes, open face, and Roman collar of the young priest; it was good to look at. I told him so, and his gratified flush assured me that my praise was music to his ears. "You may be proud of him, Mr. Brown," I continued; "and he said his first Mass for you? There is no danger of your remaining out of the Catholic Church long now so get ready to come right in."