sional but, at the same time, I told him that I could not
give him absolution unless he repaired the wrong he did, as far as lay
in his power. The only thing in his power then, was to give me
permission to use what he told me. I told him plainly that someone else
was under suspicion of the deed. I pointed out that in case that one
were in danger of incurring the guilt and punishment, it was a matter of
justice on his part to assume the responsibility of the act.

"Of course he gave me the authorization to declare that he and he alone
was the author of the damage. He even begged me to do it, for his peace
of soul and as penance for his sins. He showed he had the right
disposition for absolution. But it's not all right for me. He was too
weak to sign a paper and if I were to use the knowledge I have, what
would prevent people from saying that I was violating the sacred seal?
My word alone could be questioned by anyone. A slur on the confessional
would result, and untold harm would be done.

"But here I am discussing the matter, as though it were open to
discussion. No, I was just ruminating. My lips are sealed forever."

Just then there was a rap at the door, and in came Frank. The priest
arising said, "God bless you, Frank." They stood and looked at each
other for a moment. Father Boone extended his hand. Frank clasped it.
They understood.

Then Frank unburdened himself to the priest. He told him all the snubs
he got, and finally came to the football matter.

"That got me. You see, Father, they are a square set of fellows. To take
such action right before the big game means that they have me down bad.
I don't blame them. I told them I had no kick. But, gee whiz, it hurts!"

"Of course it hurts, boy, but don't you suppose it hurts when a soldier
goes over the top and gets a bayonet in his breast? Or when he gets
gassed, or bombed? Perhaps you think it's fun for an aviator to see his
machine crippled four thousand feet above ground and to know he is
dashing to death? They do all that for flag, for country, for glory. We
ought to do our bit for God and our country above."

"Father, you've got a way of explaining everything. I think if I had you
around, I could go through life as if it were a picnic."

"It's not much of a picnic, son; and I could tell you some things worse
than going over the top."

"For instance?" suggested Frank.

"Well, wouldn't you like to know now, Frankie boy? But you won't. No, it
is enough