Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-12

CASSS O1 EC4CAAlGn dL W VIuC6SK4uGS, DUL Farnsworth quickly. neutralized it to serious extent by foolish act while slightly under the influence of liquor.
 He met Father Beret near Roussillon place, and, feeling his ribs squirm at sight of the priest, he accosted him in- solently, demanding information as to the whereabouts of the missing flag.
 A priest may be good and true Father Beret certainly was-and yet have the strongest characteristics of worldly man. This thing of being bullied day after day, as had recently been the rule, generated nothing to aid in removing refractory desire from the priests heart-the worldly desire to repeat with great increment of force the punch against Farnsworth's lower ribs.
 T order you, sir, to produce that rebel fag" l" said Farnsworth. s'You will obey forthwith or take the conse- quences am no longer in the hunnor to be trihed with. Do you under standSY'
 @I might be forced to obey you if I could,' said the priest, drawing his robe about hims .but, as have often told you, my son, do not know where the flag is or who took it. do not even suspect any person of taking it. All that know about it is the simple fact that it is gone.''
 You canting old fooip' cried Earns worth. Don't lie to me any longer! I won't have it. Don't stand there grin ming at me. Get that flag or I'll make you"
 What is impossible, my son, is pos sible to God alone. Apud homines hoo impossible est, apud Deum autem omnia possibilia sunt.''
 None of your Jesuit Latin or logic to me. am not here to argue, but to command. Get that flag. Be in a hurry about it, sir.'
 He.whipped out his sword, and in his half drunken eyes there gathered the dull film of murderous passion. Put up your weapon, captain. You will not attack an unarmed priest. You are soldier and will not dare strike an old, defenseiess.man."
 "But I win strike a black robed and black hearted sFrench rebel. Get that flag. you grinning fooF'' ''Strfke iff,you must,~ he said very gently, very sfirmly- T never yet-have l. seen Fhessxnan that could make me sJafraid His speech1was-slightly sing song gx4natone,. as it would have been during ngaasprayeg or a. blessing.
 s4Geta the flag, then.s ragged Earns worth, Jim whnsesueins the Aeat-of liquor was aidedAbyaanaunreasoning ,chOler.
 %Is Iscannot, ,sssaid gFathersBe
 ssThen the&cOnsequencesrs
 Farnsggorfh5s If fted his sword, not to l thrust, sbutsstp zstEfke with its flat side, and down xfff.fashed with a noisy whack. Father ,Beret flung out an arm and deftly turned the blow aside. It was done so easily that Farnsworth sprang back glaring and surprised.
 stYou old fool!'' cried, leveling his weapon for dire lunge. You dew ilish hypocritev'
 It was then that Father Beret turned deadly pale and swiftly crossed him self. His face looked as if he saw something just beyond his adversary. l Possibly this sudden change of express sion caused Farnsworth to hesitate for mere point of time. Then there was the swish of a woman's skirts; light step battered on the frozen ground, and Alice sprang between the men, facing Farnsworth. As she did this something small and yellow-the Iocket at her throat-fell and rolled under her feet. Nobody saw it.
 In her hand she held an immense l horse pistol, which she leveled in the captains face, its faring, bugle shaped muzzle gaping not yard from his nose The heavy tube was as steady as if in wise.
 1 Drop that swordr'
 That was all she said, but her finger l was pressing the trigger, and the flint l fin the backward slanting hammer was ready to click against the steel. The leaden slugs were on the point of leap l ing forth.
 Drop that sword!'
 The repetition seemed to close the op- portunity for delay.
 Farnsworth was on his guard in a twinkling. He set his jaw and uttered an ugly oath; then quick as lightning he struck sidewise at the pistol with his blade. It was move which might have taken less alert person than Alice unawares, but her training in sword play was ready in her wrist and hand. An involuntary turn, the slight est imaginable, set the heavy barrel of her weapon strongly against the blow, l partly stopping it, and then the gaping muzzIe spat it's load of balls and slugs with a below that awoke the drowsy old village
 Farnsworth staggered backward let ting fall his sword. There was rent in the clothing of his left shoulder. He reeled, the blood spun out, but he did not fall, although he grew white
 Father Beret sprang nimbly to sus- tain Farnsworth, snatching up the pistol as he passed around Alice
 ''You are hurt, my son. he gently said. "Let me ahelp you.1 He passed his arm firmly under that of Farnsworth seeing that the captain was unsteady l on his feet.
 1