The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-01
profound sympathy unlike anything he
had ever felt before

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you must excuse the weakness OF
an old man, my SON." he said. In n
voice hoarse and shaking. "But tell
me what is going to be done with
Alice. Your words-what you said
did not understand"
He rubbed his forehead slowly. as
one who has difficulty in trying TO col
lect his thoughts.
II do not know what Governor Ham
ilton means to do, Father Beret 1t
will be something devilish, however,
something that must not happen" said
Farnsworth.
Father Beret. like most men of strong
| feeling who have been subjected to
long years of trial, hardship, multi
tudinous dangers and all sorts of temp
tation, and who have learned the les
sons of self control, had an iron will.
and also an abiding dstrust of weak
men. He saw Farnsworth's sincerity,
but he had no faith in his consistency,
although satisfied that while resent
ment of Hamiltons imperiousness
lasted he would doubtless remain firm
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He listened in silence TO Farms.
worth's story. When it came to an
end he began TO offer some but half
relevant suggestions in the form of
indirect cross questions, by means of
which he gradually drew out minute
description of Alice's prison, the, best
way to reach it, the nature of its door
fastenings, where the key was kept,
and everything, indeed, likely to be
helpful to one contemplating a Jail de-
livery. Farnsworth was inwardly de-
lighted He felt Father Berets cum
ming approach to the central object and
his crafty method of gathering details.
The shades of evening thickened in
the stuffy cabin room while the con.
versation went on. Father Berct pres
emily lifted a puncheon in one corner
of the floor and got out large bottle,
which bore widowed and faded
French label, and with it a small iron
cup. There was just light enough left
to show a brownish sparkle" when,
after popping out the cork, he poured
a draft in the fresh cup and in his
own.
I'VE may think more clearly, my son,
if we taste this old liquor. | have kept
it long while to offer upon proper
occasion. The occasion is here"
A ravishing bouquet quickly imbued
the air 1t was itself an intoxication.
THE brothers of St. Martin distilled
this liquor" Father Beret added,
handing the cup to Farnsworth, mot
for common social drinking, my son,
traordinary stimulation. 1t is said to
be surprisingly good because ST. Mar
tin blessed the vine.'
The doughty captain felt a sudden
and imperious thirst seize his throat.
The liquor flooded his veins before his
lips touched the cup. He had been alb.
staining lately; now his besetting ap-
petite rushed upon him. At one gulp
he took in the fiery yet smooth and
captivating draft. Nor did he notice
that Father Beret, instead Of joining
him in the potation, merely lifted his
cup and set it down again, smacking
his lips with gusto.
There followed silence, during
which the aromatic breath Of the bot
tie increased its dangerous fascination.
Then Father Beret again filled Farms
worth's cup and said:
"Ah, the blessed monks little thought
that their matchless brew would ever
be slipped in poor missionary's hut
on the Wabash But after all, my
son, why not here as well as in sunny
France? Our object justifies any i'm
propriety of time and place"
You are right, father. drink to
our object. Yes, say, to our object"
In fact, the drinking preceded his
speech, and his tongue already had a
loop in 1t. The liquor stole through
him, mist of bewildering md en-.
chanting influence. The third cup
broke his sentences into unintelligibe
fragments; the fourth made his under
jaw sag loosely; the fifth and SIXTH
taken in close succession, tumbled him
limp on the floor, where he slept bliss
fully all night long, snugly covered
with some of Father Beret's bed
clothes.
per casum obliquum, ct per indi-
rectum," muttered the priest when he
had returned the bottle and cup to their
hiding place. THE end justifes the
means. Sleep well, my son. All, little
Alice, little Alice, your old father will
try, will try!'
He fumbled along the wall In the
dark until he found the rapier, which
he took down; then he went out and
sat for some time motionless beside
the door, while the clouds thickened
overhead. 1t was late when he arose
and glided away shadowlike toward
the fort, over which the night hung
black, chill and drearily silent. The
moon was still some hours high, but
smothered by the clouds; fog slowly
drifted from the river.
Meantime Hamilton and Helm had
spent part of the afternoon and even
ing, as usual, at cards. Helm broke
off the game and went to his quarters
rather early for him, leaving the gov
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