own by the deepo that got it. His little dog
does always be barkin' at Rover. The Father wint out walkin' to the
other side of the thracks to see the Widow McCabe's Jacky about servin'
Mass on week days. Roberts comes along with his snarlin' little pup,
and the imp bit at Rover's heels. Rover med wan bite at him, and he
ran off yelpin'. 'I'll shoot that big brute some day,' sez Roberts to
the Father. 'Don't do that, Mr. Roberts,' he sez, quiet-like. 'The
dogs understand each other.' 'I will, so,' sez Roberts, 'and I kin
shoot a human dog, too.'"

"What's that?" Uncle Mac was on his feet in an instant. "What's that?
He said that to the Father? I'll murther him!"

"Ye n'adn't," said Ann quietly. "The Father murthered him betther nor
ye could, wid an answer. 'Don't let yer bad timper make ye thry to
commit suicide, Mr. Roberts,' sez he, and off he marched. Sure the
whole town is laffin' at the mane auld snake."

"Murther an' Irish!" was all Uncle could say. "An' he says he's
Scotch. 'Tisn't in raison that a Scotchman could do it."

Father Murray was ignorant of the admiration he had excited; he walked
quickly toward the railway, for McCarthy lived "over the tracks." A
man was standing at the door of the drug store as he passed.

"Good day to you, Elder," he drawled.

"Oh, good day, Mr. Sturgis. How are you?" Father Murray stopped to
shake hands. Mr. Sturgis was a justice of the peace and the wag of the
town. He always insisted on being elected to the office as a joke, for
he was a well-to-do business man.

"Fine, fine, Elder," he answered. "Have you seen my new card?" He
fumbled for one in his pocket and handed it over. Father Murray read
it aloud:

JOHN JONATHAN STURGIS
Justice of the Peace

The only exclusive matrimonial magistrate.

Marriages solemnized promptly, accurately and
eloquently.

_Fees Moderate_. _Osculation extra_.

Office at the Flour Mill, which has, however, no
connection with my smooth-running Matrimonial Mill.

_P. S. My Anti-Blushine is guaranteed not to injure
the most delicate complexion_.

"You'll be running the clergy clean out of business if this keeps up,
Mr. Sturgis," laughed the priest. "But unless I am much mistaken, you
didn't stop me only to show the card. There's something else? I see
it on your face."

"I thought you would, Elder. Let us walk down the side street a bit
and I'll tell you." The