"Yes," answered Jimmy, "but it was a different crowd; most of the bunch
that comes to the galleries here at nights are pretty keen politicians.
Lots of 'em have been coming for years. They know all the points of
order, and everything like that, and because I'd know that they knew I
was tearing holes in the rules of the House, and the English language,
I'd likely feel that I'd better not take a fling. But, what's the use
of talking?--I don't know what I'll say or do. Did any of you fellows
know Father LeRoy, down our way, who died a little while ago?"
Some of them had known him.
"Well, fifteen years or so ago, there was a gang of housebreakers and
burglars that got on people's nerves. They pulled off many a robbery,
beat up a number of people, and had the whole district terrorised. The
police didn't seem able to get on to any good clues, though goodness
knows they worked hard. Well, it got so that people were afraid to
leave anything worth while in their houses when they went to church
services. So they stayed at home more frequently than usual. Father
LeRoy felt pretty bad about his own people who did this, and prayed for
an end to 'the plague,' as he called it. He was sorrowful, too, about
the robberies, because he had a sneaking suspicion that some of his own
parishioners were mixed up in them, and he was right.
"He wasn't much of a man for size, the Father, and was never known to
have displayed any great strength, but he had a bright, keen eye, a
firm step, and a hearty hand-shake that showed he was healthful, anyway.
"After mass one Sunday, I shook hands with him at the door--he was
always there for a word before we went--and I says to him, 'Father,
you'll be having the gang breaking into your house first thing you
know.'
"He laughed kind of easy, and says, 'Well, if they come, I hope they'll
be peaceable, for, above all things, I am a man of peace.'
"'And if they're not?' I says.
"And he shrugged his shoulders--that was the French of him from his
father--and says, 'I don't know what I'd do, but I'd do the best I
could.'
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