The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-05
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, undue emotion, my son. Now, IL you
viii quit swearing, I viii, and II you
viii be calm. so will T.
FaFnsworth felt the sly irony OF this
absurdly yicarious proposition. Father
Beret smiled with a kindly twinkle in
his deep-set eyes.
We'll, il you don't use profane
language, father. there's no telling
how much you think In explosives
I What is your opinion OF a man who
tumbles a poor, defenseless girl into
prison and then refuses to let her be
decently cared for? How do you ex-
press yourself about him?"
My son, men often do things or
which they ought 20 be ashamed
heard OF a younS officer once who NAL
treated a little girl that he met al night
in the street. What evil he would have
done, had not a passing kind-hearted
man reminded him of his honor by a
friendly punch in the ribs, dare not
surmise."
True, and your sarcasm goes home
as hard as your INST did. father. know
that I've been a sad dog all my life
Miss RoussiIlon saved you by shooting
me. and 1 love her for il. Lay on,
father, 1 deserve, more than you can
give"
Surely you do, my son, surely you
DO; but my love for you Will not let
me give you pain. All, we priests have
to carry all mems loads. Our backs are
broad, however, very broad, my son.
And your fists devilish heavy,
father, devilish heavy"
The gentle smile again hickered over
the priests weather. beaten face as he
glanced sidewise at FarnswOrth and
said:
Sometimes, sometimes, my son, a
carnal weapon must break the way for
a spiritual one. But we priests rarely
, have much physical strength; our de-
pendence is upon
ITO be sure; certainly FarnswOrth
interrupted, rubbing his side, your de-
pendence is upon the first thing that Of
fers. I've had many blow; but yours
was the solidest that eyer Jared my
mortal frame. Father Beret."
The twain began TO laugh. There is
nothing like a "Reminiscences to stir up
fresh mutual sympathy.
If your intercostals were somewhat
sore for time, on account of a con
tact with priestly knuckles doubtless
there soon set in a corresponding I'M
easiness in the region of your con-
science. Such shocks are often vigor-
ously Alternative and tonic-eh, my
/ son ?''
You jolted me sober. father, and
| then 1 was ashamed of myself But
Where does all your tremendous
strength lie? You don't look strOng?''
While speaking FarnsWorth leaned
| near Father Beret and grasped his arm.
/ The young man started, for hiS fingers,
instead of closing around a flabby.
| shrunken old mans limb, spread them
| selves upon huge, knotted mass of
| iron muscles With quick movement
Father Beret shook off FarnsWorth' 5
hand, and said:
4 am no Samson, my SON. Non sum
qualis cram" Then, as if dismissing a
| light subject for a graver one, he sighed
| and added: Il suppose there is nothing
| that can be done for little Alice"
He called the tall, strong girl little
Alice" and so she seemed TO him. He
could not without direct effort, think
of her as a magnificentiy maturing
woman. She had always been his
| spoiled pet child, perversely set against
the holy church, but dear to him, new
| ertheless.
Il came to ask you that very ques-
ton. father" said FarnswoFth.
And what do I know2 Surely, my
son, you see how utterly helpless an
old priest is against all you British.
| And besides
Father Beret," FarnswOrth huskily
interrupted, lis there a place that you
| know Of anywhere in which Miss Rous-
/ silIon could be hidden, if
My dear SON.
But, father, I mean IT"