his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. Only
five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and
now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!

When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday
morning he found Father Cardi alone. After
repeating the Confiteor, he plunged at once into
the subject of his last night's backsliding.

"My father, I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy
and anger, and of unworthy thoughts against
one who has done me no wrong."

Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of
penitent he had to deal. He only said softly:

"You have not told me all, my son."

"Father, the man against whom I have thought
an unchristian thought is one whom I am
especially bound to love and honour."

"One to whom you are bound by ties of
blood?"

"By a still closer tie."

"By what tie, my son?"

"By that of comradeship."