l take good care of Mr. Daly," he added.

"I am sure you are doing the part of a good and grateful man," said
Father Boone.

"And another little thing, Father. We are close on to Christmas. I want
to do something for you personally, for yourself, do you understand?"

"I thank you very much," said the priest, "but, really, I prefer to have
you help some one else."

"No, it must be you, Father. I am set. I want to do something to please
you, personally."

"O, you do! Well now, I'll tell you how you may do that. I have any
number of poor people in the parish. Some need clothing, some food, some
rent. Suppose you help me to help them?"

"I'll go the limit, Father, I have the money. You send me word how much
you need, and you will have it."

"Not so fast, my good man. I only want you to help to a certain extent.
You know we have many poor. I could easily ask you for a large sum and
not half supply our needs. Just how much do you wish to give?"

"How much do you want?"

"Well, I have at least thirty poor families on my list."

"Suppose, then," said Mr. Roberts, "that we make it a hundred dollars to
each family. How would that suit?"

Father Boone felt like calling for help. Three thousand dollars! It
almost toppled him over. "Suit!" he exclaimed, "why, it will be royal!
Rather, let me say, it will be very Christian, Christlike."

"It's done," said Mr. Roberts.

"I thank you," said Father Boone earnestly.

"I thank _you_," replied the millionaire. Then he continued: "I see you
are doing a lot here for the boys. That is the best work I know of. If
you turn out others like Frank and William, you ought to be blessed and
thanked. I know your heart is with your boys. Can't I do something for
the Club?"

They talked over the situation for some time, with the result that the
Club was to get a new piano, new up-to-date billiard tables, a bowling
alley, and six sets of boxing gloves. All these were to be delivered
Christmas week.

As Mr. Roberts was leaving, the priest said, "It's my turn now to do
something for you. I am going to ask you to do a little favor for
yourself. I want you to kneel down every night before going to bed and
say a prayer. It's not a long one, just this: 'O God, grant me the grace
to see the light, and the courage to follow it.'"

"Why, that's easy," said Mr. Roberts. "I thought you were going to ask
me something big."

"Well, for all you know, that may turn out to be the biggest thing you