The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-01

arm. The young man started, for his
fingers, instead of closing around a
habby, shrunken old mans limb.
spread themselves upon huge, knot
ted mass of iron muscles. With n
quick movement Father Beret shook
off Farnsworths hand and said:
II am no Samson, my son. Non sum
quulis cram" Then, as If dlsmisslng
a light subject for graver one, he
sighed and added, IL suppose there Is
nothing that can be done for little
Alice"
He called the tall, strong girl little
Alice" and so she seemed to him. lie
could not, without direct effort, think
of her IA magnificently maturing
woman. She had always been his
spoiled pet child, perversely set against
the holy church, but dear to him never
thelesS.
~ came to ask that very question.
father" said Farnsworth.
"And what do | know? Surely, my
son. you see how utterly hopeless an
Olu pIl'Sl IL uSdIhSl an yoH 'A''''''
And besides
Father Beret," Farnsworth huskily
interrupted. lis there a place that you
know of anywhere in which Miss
Roussillon could be hidden if
my dear son"
"But, father, mean it,"
MEAN what? Pardon an old mans
slow understanding. What are you
talking about, my SOM
Father Beret glanced furtivcly about,
then quickly stepped through the door
way, walked entirely around the house
and came in again before Farnsworth
could respond. Once more seated on
his stool he added intcrrogatively:
Ibid you think you heard something
moving outsider
"No."
"You were saying something when /
went out Pardon my interruption"
Farnsworth gave the priest a search
ing and not wholly confiding look.
you did not interrupt me, Father
Beret | was not speaking. Why are
you so watchful? Are you afraid of
eavesdroppersY
| "You were speaking recklessly. Your
words were incendiary; ardentia verba.
My son. you were suggesting danger
Gus thing. Your life would scarcely
satisfy the law were you convicted of
insinuatlng.su such treason. What II one
of your pfowling guards had over.
heard you? Your neck and mine might
feel the halter. Quod avertat domi-
nus" He crossed himself and in a
solemn voice added in English:
"May the Lord Forbid All, my son
we priests protect those we love"
"And |. who am not fit to tie a
priests shoe, do likewise. Father,
love Alice Roussillon."
Love Is a holy thing. my son. Amaze
divinum est ct humanum."
Father Bcret, can you help meY
spiritually speaking. my SON."
Il mean can you hide Mile Roussil
Ion in some safe place If | take her out
of the prison yondcr? That's just what
/ mean. Can you do it,
your question is q remarkable one
Have you thought upon it from all di
l''llOllS, my SUI lllllh VI Nbui po
sition, your duty rs an officer
A shrewd polemical expression beam
ed from Father Beret's eyes, and q
very expert physiognomist might have
suspected duplicity from certain lines
about the old mans mouth.
II simply know that | cannot stand
by and see Alice Mile. Roussillon-
forced to suffer treatment too beastly
for an Indian thief. That's the only
direction there Is for me to look at II
from and you can understand my
feelings If you will. You know thai
very we'll Father Beret. When a mar
loves girl he loves her; that's tn,
whole thing"
The quiet, inscrutable half smil,
fiickered once more on Father Beret:
face, but he sat silent some time will
sinewy forefinger lying alongside hi
nose. When at last he spoke it wat
in tone of voice indicative OF small
words rambled to their goal " it'll tn,
effect of happy accident.
There are places in this neighbor
hood in which human being would b,
as hard to find as the flag that yo,
and Governor Hamilton have so dill
gently and unsuccessfully been II
quest of for the past month or two
Really. my son, this is "A mysterious
little town"
Farnsworth's eyes widcned and ,
flush rose in his swarthy cheeks.
Hang the dag" he exclaimed. ale
II lie hidden forever. What do | care
| tell you, Father Beret, that Alic
Roussillon Is in extreme danger Gov
ernor Hamilton means TO put SOM
terrible punishment on her. He has
devils vindictiveness. He showed
to me clearly awhile ago"
you showed something Of the sam
sort to me, once upon time, my SON
r Yes, | did, Father Beret and | go
; a load OF slugs in my shoulder for
from that brave girls pistol. Sh
saved your life. Now | ask you t
help me save hers, or II not her If