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"Ye don't," said Mrs. Mulligan. "But spake out plain, and don't be bewildering the poor woman, Danny Dolan."
And then Danny spoke out as plain as his breathless eagerness would permit, and told the story of the "pension."
"It will be thirty-five dollars a month, Captain Carleton says; he'd have to throw in the five to poor old Nutty for grog and tobacco."
"Ah, God save us,--God save us!" was all Aunt Winnie could murmur, tearfully.
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And then, leaving dear Aunt Winnie to this good friend's tender ministrations, Dan kept on his way to St. Andrew's, taking a flying leap over the college wall to the sunset walk,Designer Handbags, where perhaps he would find Father Mack saying his Office. He was not mistaken: his old friend was there, walking slowly under the arching trees. His face kindled into light as he stretched out a trembling hand.
"I thought perhaps you would come here, my boy," he said. "I was just thanking God, Danny. Brother Bart has told us the good news. It is all right, as I hoped and prayed,--all right, as I knew it would be, Danny. Now tell me, yourself, all about this wonderful blessing."
And again this father and son sat down upon the broken grave slab,link, and Danny told Father Mack all.
"Ah, it is the good God's hand!" the old priest said softly. "But this is only the start, my son. The climb is still before you,--a climb that may lead over steeps sharp and rough as the rocks of Killykinick."
But the fading light seemed to aureole Father Mack's silvery head as he spoke.
"You will keep on and up,--on and up; for God is calling you, my son,--calling you to heights where He leads His own--heights which as yet you can not see."
The speaker laid his hand upon Dan's head in benediction that thrilled the boy's heart to its deepest depths,--a benediction that he never forgot; for it was Father Mack's last. Only a few days later the college bell's solemn note, sounding over the merry greetings of the gathering students, told that for the good old priest all the lessons of life were over.
And Dan, climbing sturdily up the heights at his saintly guide's bidding, has found the way, so far, smoothed and softened beyond his hopes by his summer at Killykinick. Even his stumbling-stone Dud was removed to another college, his father having been ordered to a Western post. With Jim and Freddy as his friends, all the "high-steppers," old and young, of St. Andrew's were ready to welcome him into rank and line. And, with Aunt Winnie as administratrix of Captain Carleton's pension "there isn't a dacinter-looking boy in the college," as Mrs. Mulligan stoutly declares.