Do you wish the last sacrament administered, Jimmy Malone ?" The sweat rolled off Jimmy's brow.

He assented.
"Do you wish to make final confession ?" A great groan shook Jimmy.

The priest remembered a gay, laughing boy, flinging back a shock of auburn hair, his feet twinkling in the lead of the dance.

Here was ruin to make the heart of compassion ache.

The Father bent and clasped the hand of Jimmy firmly.