The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-03-31

the door slowly, and went back to the
dancing room. 1t was nearly filled, and
and Marie. AS she entered the room AL
phonse strutted over to her.
Been for walk with the fiddler in my
Here is your coat and than you.
Alnhonse," she said quietly and reprov-
ingly.
that the fiddler wasn't wearing it, or I'd
never seen 1t again. Perhaps he was run
ming on with it. and you stopped him
She turned on him with a. still cold face,
her eyes an afire. Behind his back. Al
phonSe-itS so easy
'I'll say it to his face. He's only a
tramp, anyway"
You'll find him at the cure's.'' she add
AnS Siy' showed , in M tS i'0 eyes.
What has happened?' she said.
She hesitated.
It's better that girl should not go
through some things alone"
Their eyes met The love that he had
once borne her mother gave now a kind
of fatherlness to his look. Vaguely she
felt it, and with her fresh frank nature
responded at once:
the Dance of the Little Wolfe" she
asked.
He nodded. Eyes. yes
''Well. that was all true. He-Camil1e-
was studying for a priest: it could not
be- and we parted. He has come back;
that's allp'
What has he come back for?" Medal
lion gravely asked.
A look of triumph showed in her eyes.
What do you Think she said.
rs he a priest now?
He is giving it all up for you. Marie?''
For me-" she said, with a proud flash
Medallion's hand closed on hers warm
~. strongly. 'Begad, he's a man. he
PRO h md q
hundred such men,
"Oh. you don't know. you don't know.
how good and brave he is she rejoined.
Medallion smiled quizzically. ''Ah, I
know men. and know no man, my dear,
that's as good as a woman-and you're
of the. best. Where has he gomez
Again a smile crossed her face. To
woman there came but few moments
of triumph, only a few great scenes in
her life. She could not resist the joy OF
saying with a little dash of vanity, He
has gone TO the cure"
Medallion gave a noiSeless whistle
Frankly and promptly he said. "Well. a
happy New Year to you BOTH my grill
It's Just now five minutes inside the New
Year"
the room and was hard on the trail Of
Camille. Even in the vague glimmer, he
could see a swinging pride in the bearing
of the stalwart youth, striding on in the
moonlight. When he left the house he
had no definite purpose in his mind. Now
he had a kind of deviltry which gets into
between them. In the river-driver'S veins
there beat the shameless agony of AberS
brother. He broke into a run Swifter,
swifteri Before Camille had half climbed
the hill to the cures house. he was pant
ing hard after. A cry broke from him
before he reached Camille, the snarl of a
man in whom there are working envy and
hate.
Camille heard, and turned. He recog-
nized AlphonSe.
What you go TO the cures for? asked
AlpEOnSe, roughly.
Camille shrugged his shoulders.
What's that to you. my mani" he said:
you put on airs with me fort My mani
My man? By the holy heaven, take that
back, you tramp"
Perhaps it was a long training in the
cloister. perhaps it was a superior ma
ture. but Camille responded calmly. Yes.
I will take it back, if you like, but you
must not call me a tramp.
You cannot exercise a devil in a mo-
ment. The game had gone too far. War
was in Alphonse'S heart.
'I want to know what for you go to
the cure? For the banns?" he sneered.
But there was also in Candles face the
freedom of his new life. Perhaps" he
''Then by hell, you fight me frstl'
shouted Alphonse, and blocked the way.
An instant later he struck out. 1t was
not altogether an unequal battle, for al
though AlphonSe was powerful and hard
ened by laborious life, Camille was we'll
knit, supple and had. unlike most OF his
comrades in college, been constant in ath-
letic exercises Alphonse discovered this.
BY sudden trick, Camille, who was be-
! ing pressed and punished hard, suddenly
brought his aSSailant to the ground, just
as a figure appeared on the hill above
then-the cure, on his way to visit a sick
pariShiOner.
The cure called out apprehensively At
that instant, with a. helpless moan, Ca
mile rolled Alphonse. and blood gushed
from his neck Alphonse then sprang up
and disappeared in the woods. A moment
later the cure knelt beside the youth,
Staunching the blood from the wound.
Sleigh bells sounded near. He raised his
head, and called loudly. The cure lifted
him UP, and felt Candles heart to see il
there was life.
A few minutes later Camille lay in the
cures little ROOM conscious now. and a BILE
to tell little by little, his story--Why lS
had gone to the parish, and why he VS.
seeking the cure But he did not tell lfen
and he never told, whose knife it was
that left a scar upon mis- neck People
guessed, for Alphonse never cane back
to the parish. but guessing does I ~ put
a. man in prison.
The cure was a wise man. There was
but one way now, and he was sorry that
that way had not been entered on three
years before; for the lives of these Two
young people had been on the road TO
misery ever since. In any case. after iris
affair with Alphonse, the church was i'm
possible to Camille The best words that
Camille had heard in his life came now
from the cure, who, after walking up end
down the room thoughtful,y for a tiIiic,
said: My son. l will send Tor Marie
Marie, Medallion and the cure saw the
first sunrise of the New Year from beside
the saved and sleeping Camille.
the Angel of the Four Corners was glad
TO see two human souls on the highway
to that tavern which men call Home.