Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-08-11

turned about ~ The priest hastencd TO
him.
GIVE me the scabbard OF this rapier.
I want It. Take II Off"
The command was not gentle voiced.
4 koarse half whisper winged every
Gord with an imperious threat.
Hamilton obeyed His hands were
not firm. His fingers fumbled nervous
ly. but he hurried. and Father Beret
soon had the rapier sheathed and Sc
cured at his belt beside its mate.
A good and true priest Is burden
bearer His motto is. Alter alterius
onera portate Dear ye one anothers
burlens). His soul is enriched with
the castoff sorrows of those whom he
relieves. Father Berct scarcely felt
the weight of Alices body when he
lifted it from the ground, so heavy was
the pressure of his grief. All that her
death meant, not only TO him. but to
every person who knew her, came into
his heart as the place of refuge con-
secrated for the indwelling of pain. He
lifted her and bore her as far toward
Roussillon place as he could. but his
strength fell short just in front of the
little Bourcier cottage, and, half dead,
he staggered across the veranda to the
door. where he sank exhausted.
After a breathing spell he knocked.
The household, fast asleep, did not
hear, but he persisted until the door
was opened to him and his burden.
Captain Farnsworth unclosed his
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the morning, quite confused as to his
place and surroundings. He looked
about drcwsily with a sheepish half
knowledge of having been very drunk.
A purring in his head and a dull ache
reminded him of an abused stomach.
He yawned and stretched himself, then
sat up, running a hand through his
tousled hair Father Beret was on
his knees before the cross, still as
statue, his clasped hands extended up
ward
Farnsworth's face lighted with rec
ognition and he smiled rather bitterly.
He recalled everything and felt asham-
ed, Inundated, self debased. He had
outraged even a priests hospitality
with his british appetite, and he hated
/ himself for it.
/ I'm shabby, worthless dog" he
muttered, with petulant accent. why
( don't you kick me out, fatherT
The priest turned a collapsed and
I bloodless gray face upon him, smiled
/ in a tired, perfunctory way, crossed
himself absently and said:
"You have rested WELL my son. Hard
+ as the bed is, you have done ii COM
/ pliment in the way of sleeping. You
young soldiers understand how to get
/ the most out of things"
! "You are too generous, father, and
can't appreciate it. 1 know what de-
serve, and you know it too. Tell me
what brute and fool 1 am. 1t will
do me good. Punch me solid jolt In
| the ribs, like the one you gave me not
long ago."
"Qui sine peccato est, primus la
| pidem mittat," said the priest. c'Lct
him who is without sin cast the first
| stone'D
Just then some one knocked on the
| door. Father Beret opened it to one Of
Hamilton's aids.
"Your pardon, father, but, hearing
Captain Farnsworths voice made
! bold to knock"
"What is 1t, Bobby" Farnsworth
called out.
| Nothing, only the governor has been
having you looked for in every nook
and corner of the fort and town. You'd
better report at once or he'll be having
us drag the river for your body"
Gall right, lieutenant. Go back and
keep mum; that's dear boy, and I'll
shuttle into Colonel Hamilton's august
presence before many minutes"
| The aid laughed and went his way
whistling q merry tune.
"Now / am sure to get what / de-
serve, with usury at 40 per cent in ad-