Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1904-01-02
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1t n horrfDlel'' Farnswortn DIurted
''She's penned up as II she were a dan
gerous beast, the poor girl. And that
Id scoundrer'-
"Son, son!"
"Oh, it's no use to try. can't help
II, father. The whelp"-
1--WE can converse more safely and
intelligently II we avoid profanity and
undue emotion, my son. Now, II you
will quit swearing, | will, and II you
will be calm, so will l."
Farnsworth felt the sly irony OF this
absurdly vicarious proposition. Father
Beret smiled with n kindly twinkle IN
HIS deep set eyes.
SWELL II you don't use profane Ian
guage, father there's no telling how
much you think in expletives. What is
your opinion of n man who tumbles
poor, defenseless girl into prison and
then refuses to let her be decently
cared for2 How do you express your
sell about himT
"My son, men often do things OF
which they ought TO be ashamed.
heard of young officer once who NAL
/ lTthleu nllt EiIl hnhA hc hhtA At
night in the street What evil he
would have done, had not a passing
hind hearted man reminded him Of his
honor by friendly punch in the ribs.
/ dare not surmise,"
"Truc. and your sarcasm goes home
as hard as your lst did, father
/ know that I've been a sad dog all my
! life. Miss Roussillon saved you by
shooting me, and | love her for t.
Lay on, father; l deserve more than
| you can give me-"
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 are heavy, father;
mighty heavy"
The gentle smile again flickered over
the priests weather beaten face as he
glanced sidewiso at Farnsworth and
said:
Sometimes, sometimes, my son, a
carnal weapon must break the way for
spiritual one. But we priests rarely
have much physical strength. Our de-
pendence is upon"-
"To be sure; certainly" Fnrnsworth
interrupted, rubbing his side. ''Your
dependence is upon the first thing that
offers. I've had many blow, but
yours was the solidest that ever Jared
my mortal frame, Father Beret"
The twain began 10 laugh. There Is
nothing like a "Reminiscences 20 stir up
fresh mutual sympathy.
"If your lntercostals were somewhat
sore for time on account of con-
tact with prlestly knuckles, doubtless
there soon set I'm corresponding un-
easiness In the region of your con-
science Such shocks are often vigor-
ously Alternative and tonic; eh, my
sonT
"You jolted me sober, father and
then / 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
habby, sllrunken old mans limb.
spread themselves upon a huge, knot
ted mass Of Iron muscles. With
quick movement Father Beret shook
Off Farnsworths hand and said;
II am no Samson, my son. Non sum
quals cram" Then, as II dismissing
a light subject for a graver one, he
sighed and added, II suppose there is
nothing that can be done for little
Alice"
lie called the tall, strong girl little
Alice" and 80 she seemed 10 him. lie
could not. without direct effort, think
OF her as a magnihcently maturing
wOmnn. She had always been his
spoiled pet child. perversely set against
the holy church. but dear 20 him never
theless.
IL came to ask that very question.
father" said FarnswOrth.
And what do l knOw7 Surely, my
son. you see how utterly hopeless 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
Roussillon could be hidden IT,
my dear son"
"But, father. I mean H."
"Mean what2 Pardon an old mans
slow understanding What are you
talking about my sonT
Father Berct glanced furtively about.
then quickly stepped through the door
way, walked entirely around the house
and care IN again before Farnsworth
could respond. Once more seated on
his stool Le added interrogatiyely;
ibid you mink you heard something
moving outsider
"No"
"You were saying something when l
went out Pardon my interruption"
Fansworth gave the priest a search
ing and not wholly conhdlng look,
"YOu did not interrupt me, Father
/ naraf ryaa NOT auaakiu0 WHY are