The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-01
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I BY MAURICE THOMPSON Z
y Copyright 1904 b, tn. BowENNLRRML COMPANY
cep,rish. 1904. b, tn. BowENxERRuL COMPANY
By MAURICE


FarnSWorth was not tempted. l lie
acid bouquet of the wine filed the
room with smack of vinegar, and
the smoke from rank scorching fat and
wheat meal did not suggest an agreed
BILE feast.
well, well, If you are not hungry,
my son, sit down on the stool theirs
and tell me the news"
Farnsworth took the low seat with
out word, letting his eyes wander
over the walls. Alice's rapicr, the
mate to that now worn by Hamilton,
hung In its Curlously engraved scab-
bard near one corner. The sight Of 1t
inflamed Farnsworth.
ITS IN outraged he broke forth.
Governor Hamilton sent man TO
Roussillon place with orders TO bring
him the scabbard of Miss RoussillOn's
sword, and he now wears the beautiful
weapon as IL he had come by 1t hou-
estly Curse him"
my dear, dear son, you must not
soil your lips with such language"
Father Beret let fall the half Of a well
bitten cake and held up both hands
Il beg your pardon, father | know
l ought to be more careful in your
presence, but-but-the beastly scoun
drel'-
Bah! Doucement, mon fila, douce-
ment" The old man shook his head
and his finger while speaking Easy.
my son, easy You would be fine
target for bullets were your words to
reach Hamilton's ears. You are not
permitted to revile your commander"
Yes. | know; but how can man
restrain himself under such abomina-
BILE conditions?"
Father Beret shrewdly guessed that
Hamilton had been giving the captain
Moreover, he was sure that the moving
cause had been Alice. SO, in order to
draw out what he wished to hear. he
said very gently:
How Is the little prisoner getting
along?"
Farnsworth ground his teeth and
swore, but Father Beret appeared not
liberal sip of the mud. red wine
and added:
Has she II comfortnbIy place? DO
you think Governor Hamilton would
let me visit her?'
1T Is horrible" Farnsworth blurted
shes penned mp as If she were dan
gerouS beast, the poor girl. And that
/ ID scoundrel''-.
"Son, som"
ooh, it's no use to try. | can't helr
| it. father. The whclp"-'
1--WE can converse more safely and
| intclligcntly If 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 kindly twinkle n
his deep set eyes.
"Well, II you don't use prOfane ian
guage, father, there's no telling how
much you think In explosives. What Ii
your opinion of man who tumbles Il
poor, dcfenseless girl into prison and
then refuses to let her be decently
cared for? How do you express your
self about him.
MY son, men often do things OF
which they ought to be ashamed.
heard of IA young officer once who NAL
treated little girl that he met n
night in the street. What evil h,
would have done, had not IA passing
kind hearted man reminded him of hi
honor by friendly punch in the ribs
i dare not surmise."
True, and your sarcasm goes homt
as hard rs your fist did, father.
know that I've been II sad dog all IN!
life. Miss Roussillon saved You by
shooting me, and love her for II
Lay on, father; | deserve more thar
you can give me"
surely you do, my son, surely yol
do, but my love for you will not let IN,
give you pain. All, we priests have I,
carry all mems loads. Our backs mr.,
broad, however; very broad, my son"
"And your fists are heavy, father
mighty heavy"
The gentle smile again fiickcrcd owe
the priests weather beaten face as h
glanced sidewisc at Farnsworth an,
said:
Sometimes, sometimes, my son,
carnal weapon must break the way 10
spiritual one. But we priests rarel.
have much physical strength. Our de
pendence is upon
ITO be sure; certainly" Farnswortl
interrupted. rubbing his side. You
dependence is upon the first thing tina
offers. I've had many blow, bu
yours was the t dest that ever jarre,
my mortal frame Father Beret."
The twain began to laugh. There 1
nothing like a "reminiscences TO stir III
fresh mutual sympathy.
IF your intercostals were somewha
sore for time on account of Il con
tact with priestly knuckles, doubles
there soon set in corresponding un
easiness in the region of your con
science. Such shocks are often vigor
ously Alternative and tonic; Ell, m,
sonT
"You jolted me sober father, ant
4 Oh - II