"He is a character worth studying," remarked Father Murray. "Have you
ever talked with him?"

"No. I have had no chance."

"Then find one, and put him in a book. He was once rich for Sihasset.
That was in the lumber days. But he lost his money, and he thinks that
the town owes him a living. That is the Methodist minister to whom he
is speaking now. He, too, is worth your attention."

"Do you get along well with the Protestant clergy of the town?" asked
Mark.

"Splendidly," said Father Murray; "especially with the Universalist.
There is a lot of humor in the Universalist. I suspect the 'blessed
drop' in him. One day I happened to call him a Unitarian, and he
corrected me. 'But what,' I asked, 'is the difference between the
Universalists and the Unitarians?' The little man smiled and said:
'One of my professors put it like this: "The Unitarians believe that
God is too good to damn them, and the Universalists believe they are
too good to be damned."'"

"Still, it cannot be an easy life," said Mark, "to be one of seven or
eight Protestant pastors in such a small town."

"It certainly is hard sledding," replied Father Murray. "But these men
take it very philosophically and with a great deal of self-effacement.
The country clergyman has trials that his city brother knows nothing
about. He has to figure on the pennies that rarely grow to dollars."