sented to me recently a memorial, about which I should like your advice.”
“I am weary,” replied the Superior. “Let us have a game first, to rest our brains.”
“Many persons consider chess work instead of play, and hard work at that,” said his companion.
“Heer Chancellor,” said the prelate, “few people know what hard work is.”
And the Jesuit spoke advisedly. The Order which he represented, and to which he devoted his activities, was tireless in its labors. Jesuitism was the working out of a detailed program. To the faithful Catholic the Church was everything, but to the sincere Jesuit, everything must bend to his Order. For the carrying out of this principle, it was the conceived duty of every Jesuit to sweep every obstacle from his path, if that obstacle stood in the way of the ultimate success of the Order.
The game proceeded for a time in silence.
“Check!” said Monseigneur Ryder.
“The King is in trouble. Let us bring a knight to his relief,” remarked the Chancellor.
“Check again!” said the Superior, taking the knight with a pawn.
“Let us bring out her Highness and see if she can assist the King,” said the magistrate, moving his queen.
“Checkmate!” said the Superior, following this move of the enemy with the bishop. “The Church
