"He was my only friend
in life, and another mon so fine I'll never know. I often come here."
The priest shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and
then he sat down on a grave near Dannie. "For a year I have been
waiting to talk with you," he said.
Dannie wiped his face, and lifting his hat, ran his fingers
through his hair, as if to arouse himself. His eyes were dull and
listless. "I am afraid I am no fit to talk sensibly," he said. "I
am much troubled. Some other time----"
"Could you tell me your trouble?" asked Father Michael.
Dannie shook his head.
"I have known Mary Malone all her life," said the priest softly,
"and been her confessor. I have known Jimmy Malone all his life,
and heard his dying confession. I know what it was he was trying
to tell you when he died. Think again!"
Dannie Macnoun stood up. He looked at the priest intently. "Did
ye come here purposely to find me?"
"Yes."
"What do ye want?"
"To clear your mind of all trouble, and fill your heart with
love, and great peace, and rest. Our Heavenly Father knows that
you need peace of heart, and rest, Dannie."
"To fill my heart wi' peace, ye will have to prove to me that I'm
no responsible fra the death of Jimmy Malone; and to give it
rest, ye will have to prove to me that I'm free to marry his
wife.
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