Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-07-21

MS cnalr, with ndnuS IWlIcUlNS anu
eyes glaring, rose and followed. still
crouching as he walked.
hurried after him, calling him back.
Turning at my voice, the doctor saw
Slavin approaching. There was some
thing so terrifying in his swift, noise
less, crouching motion that the doctor,
crying out in fear, keep him OFF,
fairly turned and fed.
He was too late. Like tiger Slavin
leaped upon him and without waiting
to strike had him by the throat with
both hands and, bearing him to the
ground, worried him there as a dog
might a cat.
Immediately Craig and I were upon
him; but, though we lifted him clear
off the ground, we could not loosen
that two handed strangling grip. AS
we were struggling there light hand
touched my shoulder 1t was Father
Goulet.
please let him go and stand away
from u.s." he said, waving us back.
We obeyed.
He leaned over Slavin and spoke
few words to him.
Slavin started as if struck a heavy
blow. looked up at the priest with fear
in his face, but still keeping his grip.
LET him 60" said the priest.
Slavin hesitated.
"Let him go! Quick" said the priest
again, and Slavin, with a snarl, let go
his hold and stood sullenly facing the
priest.
Father Goulet regarded him steadily
for some seconds and then asked:
what would you doY'
His voice was gentle enough, even
sweet, but there was something in it
that chilled my marrow.
what would you do?" he repeated.
"He murdered my child" growled
Slavin.
"Ah! How|
HE was drunk and poisoned him.
"Ah! Who gave him drink? Who
made him drunkard two years ago?
Who has wrecked his life?'
There was no answer. and the even
toned voice went relentlessly on:
"Who Is the murderer of your child
now?"
Slavin groaned and shuddered.
Cor And the voice grew stern.
Repent Of your sin and add not an
other"
Slavin turned his eyes upon the mo-
tionless figure on the ground and then
upon the priest.
Father Goulet took one step toward
him and. stretching out his hand and
! pointing with his finger, said:
"Gov'
And Slavin slowly backed away and
went into his house. 1t was an eX-
! traordinary scene, and it is often with
me now-the dark figure on the ground
the slight, erect form of the priest with
outstretched arm and finger, and Sla-
win backing away, fear and fury strug-
Cling in his face.
1t was a near thing for the doctor,
however, and two minutes more Of
that grip would have done for him.
AS it was, we had the greatest Difficult
ty in reviving him.
What the priest did with Slavin aft
er getting him inside l know not-that
has always been mystery to me-but
when we were passing the saloon that
night after taking Mrs. Mavor home
we saw a light and heard strange
sounds within. Entering, we found
another whisky raid in progress, Sla
vim himself being the raider. We stood
some moments watching him knocking
in the heads of casks and emptying
bottles. l thought he had gone mad
and approached him cautiously.
Hello, Slavin!' 1 called out. "What
does this meanY
He paused in his strange work, and
saw that his face, though resolute
was quiet enough.
ut means I'm done with the bust
ness, l am" he said in a determined
voice. 'I'll help no more to kill an.
man, or" in a lower tone, "any man.
baby"
The priests words had struck home
Thank God, Slavinv' said Craig, of
fering his hand. you are much to-
good man for the business"
"Good or bad, I'm done with it," b
replied, going on with his work.
You are throwing away good mon
! cask crashed in.
, Its myself that knows it, for tn
, price of whisky has gone up in tow
this week." he answered, giving me
look out of the corner of his eye. "Bt
dad, it was a rare clever job" refer
| ring to our Black Rock hotel affair.
But won't you be sorry for this
!, asked Craig.
t "Belike 1 will, and that's why II
] doing it before I'm sorry for it," he RI
: piled, with delightful bull.
e Look here, Slavin," said Craig cal
2 nestly, eff can be of use to you in an
t way, count on me-"
!, Its good to me the both Of 70
s have been, and I'll not forget it
l. you." he replied with like earnestnes
s AS we told Mrs. Mavor that nigh
: for Craig thought it too good to keel