For a long time James Walsh knew what he wanted to do most. He wanted to be an altar boy, and wear a long cassock, and move about near the altar of St. Michael's Church, in Newark, N. J., quietly so that the people at mass would say to each other: "That's Jimmy Walsh. He's a swell altar boy." It would be nice also to touch the bright golden cross and to feel the close presence of the chalice.
He went to ask the priest who had charge of the altar boys, who said that...
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