As I have tried to tell you, was the one. O holy father, he is married, too. And as I leave for France this ends as well; No child in me from either. I confess That I have sinned most grievously, I repent And promise I shall sin no more." And so, I gave her absolution. Well, you see The church was dark, but I knew who it was, I knew the voice. She left. Another penitent Entered with a story. What is this? Here is a woman who's promiscuous. Tried number one and then tries number two, And comes and tells me, she has taken proof, Weighed evidence of spirit and of body, And thinks she knows at last, affirms as much. Such conduct will not do, that's plain enough, Not even if the truth of love is known This way, no other way. Then Father Conway Began as follows: "I've a case like that, A woman married, but she found her husband Was just the cup of Tantulus and so...." But Father Whimsett said, "Why, look at that, I'm over-due a quarter of an hour. Come in to-morrow, father, tell me then." The two priests rose and left the room together. JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON Carl Eaton and John Campbell both were raised With Elenor Murray in LeRoy. The mother Of Eaton lived there; but these boys had gone, Now grown to manhood to Chicago, where They kept the old days of companionship. And Mrs. Eaton saw the coroner, And told him how she saved her son from Elenor, And broke their troth--because upon a time Elenor Murray, though betrothed, to Carl Went riding with John Campbell, and returned At two o'clock in the morning, drunk, and stood Helpless and weary, holding to the gate. For which she broke the engagement of her son To Elenor Murray. That was truth to her, And truth to Merival, for the time, at least. But this John Campbell and Carl Eaton meet One evening at a table drinking beer, And talk about the inquest, Elenor; Since much is published in the _Times_ to stir Their memories of her. And John speaks up: "Well, Carl, now Elenor Murray is no more, And we are friends so long, I'd like to know What do you think of her?"