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"
That
affected
his
mind
,
"
she
said
.
"
After
that
he
began
to
mope
by
himself
,
talking
to
no
one
and
wandering
about
by
himself
.
So
one
night
he
was
wanted
for
to
go
on
a
call
and
they
could
n't
find
him
anywhere
.
They
looked
high
up
and
low
down
;
and
still
they
could
n't
see
a
sight
of
him
anywhere
.
So
then
the
clerk
suggested
to
try
the
chapel
.
So
then
they
got
the
keys
and
opened
the
chapel
and
the
clerk
and
Father
O'Rourke
and
another
priest
that
was
there
brought
in
a
light
for
to
look
for
him
...
.
And
what
do
you
think
but
there
he
was
,
sitting
up
by
himself
in
the
dark
in
his
confession-box
,
wide-awake
and
laughing-like
softly
to
himself
?
"
She
stopped
suddenly
as
if
to
listen
.
I
too
listened
;
but
there
was
no
sound
in
the
house
:
and
I
knew
that
the
old
priest
was
lying
still
in
his
coffin
as
we
had
seen
him
,
solemn
and
truculent
in
death
,
an
idle
chalice
on
his
breast
.
Eliza
resumed
:
"
Wide-awake
and
laughing-like
to
himself
...
.
So
then
,
of
course
,
when
they
saw
that
,
that
made
them
think
that
there
was
something
gone
wrong
with
him
...
.
"
It
was
Joe
Dillon
who
introduced
the
Wild
West
to
us
.
He
had
a
little
library
made
up
of
old
numbers
of
The
Union
Jack
,
Pluck
and
The
Halfpenny
Marvel
.
Every
evening
after
school
we
met
in
his
back
garden
and
arranged
Indian
battles
.
He
and
his
fat
young
brother
Leo
,
the
idler
,
held
the
loft
of
the
stable
while
we
tried
to
carry
it
by
storm
;
or
we
fought
a
pitched
battle
on
the
grass
.
But
,
however
well
we
fought
,
we
never
won
siege
or
battle
and
all
our
bouts
ended
with
Joe
Dillon
's
war
dance
of
victory
.
His
parents
went
to
eight-o'clock
mass
every
morning
in
Gardiner
Street
and
the
peaceful
odour
of
Mrs.
Dillon
was
prevalent
in
the
hall
of
the
house
.
But
he
played
too
fiercely
for
us
who
were
younger
and
more
timid
.
He
looked
like
some
kind
of
an
Indian
when
he
capered
round
the
garden
,
an
old
tea-cosy
on
his
head
,
beating
a
tin
with
his
fist
and
yelling
:
"
Ya
!
yaka
,
yaka
,
yaka
!
"
Everyone
was
incredulous
when
it
was
reported
that
he
had
a
vocation
for
the
priesthood
.
Nevertheless
it
was
true
.
A
spirit
of
unruliness
diffused
itself
among
us
and
,
under
its
influence
,
differences
of
culture
and
constitution
were
waived
.
We
banded
ourselves
together
,
some
boldly
,
some
in
jest
and
some
almost
in
fear
:
and
of
the
number
of
these
latter
,
the
reluctant
Indians
who
were
afraid
to
seem
studious
or
lacking
in
robustness
,
I
was
one
.
The
adventures
related
in
the
literature
of
the
Wild
West
were
remote
from
my
nature
but
,
at
least
,
they
opened
doors
of
escape
.
I
liked
better
some
American
detective
stories
which
were
traversed
from
time
to
time
by
unkempt
fierce
and
beautiful
girls
.
Though
there
was
nothing
wrong
in
these
stories
and
though
their
intention
was
sometimes
literary
they
were
circulated
secretly
at
school
.
One
day
when
Father
Butler
was
hearing
the
four
pages
of
Roman
History
clumsy
Leo
Dillon
was
discovered
with
a
copy
of
The
Halfpenny
Marvel
.
"
This
page
or
this
page
?
This
page
Now
,
Dillon
,
up
!
'
Hardly
had
the
day
'
...
Go
on
!
What
day
?
'
Hardly
had
the
day
dawned
'
...
Have
you
studied
it
?
What
have
you
there
in
your
pocket
?
"
