Chapter 1
It seemed that Father Anthony gathered all the warmth of the
short northern summer and kept it for winter use, for his good
nature was an actual physical force. From his ruddy face beamed
such a kindliness that people reached out toward him as they might
extend their hands toward a comfortable fire.
All the labors of his work as an inspector of Jesuit
institutions across the length and breadth of Canada could not
lessen the good father's enthusiasm; his smile was as indefatigable
as his critical eyes. The one looked sharply into every corner of a
room and every nook and hidden cranny of thoughts and deeds; the
other veiled the criticism and soothed the wounds of vanity.
On this day, however, the sharp eyes grew a little less keen and
somewhat wider, while that smile
