Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-07-14

Il think, captain, tnat you hau ocl-
ter send out Lieutenant Barlow ana
some OF the best woodsmen to kill some
game We need fresh venison, and. by
George. I'm not going to depend upon
these French traitors any longer.
have set my foot down. They've got to
do better or take the consequences"
He paused for a breath, then added:
THAT girl has done too much TO escape
Eeverest punishment The garrison VIII
be demoralized If this thing goes on
without an example Of authority rig
idly enforced. l am resolved that there
shall be startling and effective public
display Of my power to punish. She
shot you. You seem to be glad OF ii.
but ii was a grave offense. She has
stabbed Barlow. That is another Sc
rlous crime: but, worst of all, she aid
I'd a spy and resisted arrest. She must
be punished"
Farnsworth knew HamiIton's nature
and he now saw that Alice was in
dreadful danger of death or something
even worse No sooner had he left
Headquarters and given Barlow his in
structions touching the hunting expedi-
ton than his mind began to wander
amid visions and schemes by no means
consistent with his military obligations.
In order to reflect undisturbed he went
forth into the dreary, lanelike streets of
Vincennes and walked aimlessiy here
and there until he met Father Beret.
Farnsworth saluted the old man and
was passing him by when. seeing a
sword in his hand half hidden in the
folds OF his worn and faded cassock, he
turned and addressed him:
"Why are you armed this morning,
father?" he demanded very pleasantly.
"Who is to suffer now?"
Il am not on the warpath, my son."
replied the priest. 1T is but Il rapier
that 1 am going to clean of rust spots
that are gathering on its blade
rs it yours, father? Let me see it."
He held out his hand.
mo; not mine"
Father Beret seemed not to notice
Farnsworth's desire to handle the
weapon, and the young man instead OF
repeating his words reached farther,
, nearly grasping the scabbard.
II cannot let you take it, my son."
said Father Beret. You have its mate.
| That should satisfy you"
mo; Colonel Hamilton took it,"
Farnsworth quickly replied. "1f l
could l would gladly return it to its
owner. I am not thief, father, and l
am ashamed of-of-what did when
was drunk"
The priest looked sharply into Farms
worth's eyes and read there something
! that reassured him. His long expe-
rience had rendered him adept at TAX
ing a mans value at a glance. He
| slightly lifted his face and said:
"Ah, but the poor little girl Why do
you persecute her? She really does
not deserve it She Is a noble child.
| Give her back to her home and her peo-
| ple Do not soil and spoil her sweet
| life"
1t WAS the singsong voice used by
| Father Beret in his sermons and pray
ers, but something went with it inde-
scribably touching. Farnsworth felt a
| lump rise in his throat and his eyes
were ready to show tears.
Father" he said with dffiiculty,
making his words distinct, Il would
not harm Miss Roussillon to save my
own life, and I would do anything
He paused slightly, then added with
passionate force, Il would do anything,
no matter what, to save her from the
| terrible thing that now threatens her"
Father Beret's countenance changed
curiously as he gated at the young man
| and said:
"If you really mean what you say
you can easily save her, my son."
Father, by all that is holy, 1 mean
| just what 1 say"
"Swear not at all, my son, but give
me your hand"
The two men stood with a tight grip
between them and exchanged long,
| steady, searching gaze.
A drizzling rain had begun to fall
again, with raw wind creeping from
the west.
'Come with me to my house, my son"
Father Deret presently added, and to-
gether they went, the priest covering
Alice's sword from the rain with the
| folds of his cassock.
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