Evening times-Republican., 1903-10-22

quick movement Father Eeret shoo
of farnswcrth's hand and said:
Il am no Samson my SON Non sun
a light subject for graver one, h
! sighed and .ldcd. Il suppose there i
nothing that can be done for littl
Alice"
He called tho tall, strong girl "littl
Alice and so she seemed to him II,
could not without direct effort. thinl
of her as a magnitcently maturin!
woman. She had always been hi
spoiled pet child, peryersely set agains
the holy church. but dear to him never
theless
Il came to ask that very, question
father" said lainsworth
And what do | know? Surely, my
son. you see how utterly hopeless an
old priest is against all you British
1 And besides
Father Beret," Farnsworth husisily
I interrupted, is there q place that you
know OF anywhere In which Miss
Rousslion could be hidden IL
Ny dear son.'
'Sut. father. mean It,.
Mean whit? Pardon en- old mans
slow understanding What are you
talking about, MY SON.
Father Beret glanced furtively about.
then quickly stepped through the door
way, walked entirely around the house
IN = I,
could respond Once more seated on
his stool he added interrogatively:
Did you think you heard something
moving outsider
mo
You were saying something when
went out Pardon my interruption
Farnsworth gave the priest a search
ing and not wholly contiding look
You did not interrupt me, Father
Beret. l was not speaking. Why are
you so watchful? Are you afraid Of
eavesdroppers?"
You were speaking recklessly Your
words We're incendiary: ardentia yerba.
My son. you were suggesting danger
Gus thing. Your lite would scarcely
satisfy the law were you convicted of
of your prowling guards had over
heard you. Your neck and mine might
feel the halter Quod ayertat domi
nus" He crossed himself and In
solemn voice added in English:
May the Lord forbid. Nh. my son,
And l. who am not fit to tie
priests shoe. do likewise. Father,
love Alice Eoussillon."
Love is holy thing. my son. Amars
divinum est ct humanuin
Father Beret, can you help me?'
''Spiritually speaking. my SON."
Il mean can you hide Mile Roussil-
Ion in some safe place if take her out
of the prison yonder? That's just what
l mean. Can you do it?"
Your question is a remarkable one.
Have you thought upon it from all di-
rections. my son? Think of your po-
sition. Your duty as an officer"
4 shrtsyd polemieal expression beam
ed from Father Beret's eyes, and
very expert physiognomist might have
suspected dupiieiiy from certain lines
about the old mans mouth.
~ simply know that l cannot stand
by and see Alice Mile Roussillon--
forced to suffer treatment too beastly
for an Indian thief. That's the only.
direction there is for me to look at it
from. and you can understand my
feelings if You will You know that
very well. Father Beret. When man
owes a girl he loves her. that's the
g-lole thing"
The quiet, inscrutable half smile !
lickered once more on Father Beret's /
sinewy forcfiueer lying alongside his
lose. When at last lie spoke it was +
n a tone OF voice indicative OF small
interest in what he was saying. His I
words ranbled to their goal with the
fleet of happy accident.
There are places in this neighbor-
lood in which human being would be
s hard to find rs the flag that you
nd Governor Hamilton have SO dill
emily and unsuccessfully been in
uest of for the past month or two.
Really. my son, this is n mysterious
title town.
Farnsworth's eyes widened and
ush rose in his swarthy checks.
Hang the flag he exclaimed. Get
. lie hidden forever What do l care?
tell you, Father Beret, that Alice
ioussilon is IN extreme danger. Gov
rnor Hamilton means TO put some
erlible punishment on her. He has a
evils vindictiyeness. IIe showed 1t
0 me clearly awhile ago
You showed something of the same
ort to me. once upon time. my SON"
Eyes, did, Father Beret, md 1 got
load of slugs in my shoulder for it
rom that brave girls pistol. She
aved your life Now I ask you to
clip me save hers, or il not her life
hat is infinitely more. her honor"
Her honor.' cried Bather Beret,
,aping TO his feet SO suddenly and
18th such energy chat the cabin shook
-om base 10 roof What do you say.
aptain Farnsworth? What do YOU
lean.'
The old man was transformed. His
ice was terrible to see. with its mar
w, burning eyes deep under the
laggy brows it's dark veins writing
lakelike on he temples and forehead,
le projected mouth and chin, the hard
nes OF the jaws, the iron gray gleam