The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-10-08
| ALICE Of OLD |
1 VINCENNES /
8 BY MAURICE THOMPSON Z
~ Copyright 1894 by the COMPANY
Copyright lsea by the BowENNERRiLL COMPANY
BY MAURICE

place, ana, reellng MS ribs Squllm at
sight of the priest, he accosted him in
solently, demanding information as TO
the whereabouts of the missing flag.
A priest may be good and true
Father Rcret certainly was-nnd yet
have the strongest characteristics of
worldly man. This thing of being
bullied day after day. as had recently
been the rule. generated nothing TO aid
In removing refractory desire from
the priests heart-the worldly desire
to repeat with great increment of force
the punch against Farnsworth's lower
ribs.
81 order you. sir, to produce that
rebel flag" said Farnsworth. You will
obey forthwith or take the consc
quenccs. | am no longer in the humor
TO be trlhcd with. DO you under.
standT'
81 might he forced TO obey you II I
could" said the priest. drawing his
robe about him; but rs ! have often
told you, my son, do not know where
the flag is or who took it. | do not
even suspect any person of taking 1t.
Ahii NiiNN L hllO" upoul ~ - Nil'
fact that it Is gone"
you canting old foolr cried Farms
worth. Don't lie to me any longer |
won't have It, Don't stand there grin
ming Mt me. Get that flag or I'll make
you"
What is impossible, my son, is pos
sible to God alone. Apud homines hoe
ip1nnalihiln
omnia posslbilia stunt"
'None of your Jesuit Latin or logic
to me. | am not here to argue, but TO
command. Get that flag. BE In
hurry about II, sir"
He whipped out his sword, and In his
half drunken eyes there gathered the
dull film of murderous passion.
Put up your weapon, captain. You
will not attack an unarmed priest. You
are Il soldier and will not dare strike an
old, defenseless man."
But l will strike a black robed and
black hearted French rebel. Get that
flag, you grinning fool
Strike If you must" he said very
gently, very firmly. II never yet have
seen the man that could make me
afraid" His speech was slightly sing
song In tone. as it would have been
during prayer or II blessing.
Get the flag, then" ragged Farms
! worth, in whose veins the heat of liquor
was aided by an unrcasoning choler.
Il cannot" said Father Beret.
"Thcn take the cOnsequencesr'
Farnsworth lifted his sword, not to
thrust, but to strike with its fiat side,
! and down it flashed with a noisy
whack. Father Beret flung out an arm
| and deftly turned the blow aside. 1t
was done so easily that Farnsworth
sprang back glaring and surprised.
You old fool"' he cried, leveling his
weapon for Il direct lunge. You dev-
fish hypocrite!'
1t was then that Father Beret turned
deadly pale and swiftly crossed him
self. His face looked as If he saw
something just beyond his adversary.
Possibly this sudden change of express
sion caused Farnsworth to hesitate for
n mere point of time. Then there was
the swish of womans skirts a light
step battered on the frozen ground, and
Alice sprang between the men, facing
Farnsworth. AS she did this something
small and yellow-the locket ut her
throat-fcll and rolled under her feet.
Nobody saw it.
In her hand she held an immense
horse pistol, which she leveled in the
captains face, its tiaring. bugle shaped
muzzle gaping not yard from his
| 10 hAn s,,lN ,,n I,-
as if in II wise.
Drop that swordw So.
That was all she said, but her finger
was pressing the trigger, and the flint
in the backward slanting hammer was
ready to click against the steel. The
leaden slugs were on the point of leap
ipg forth.
drop that sword"
The repetition seemed to close the OPP
portunity for delay.
Farnsworth was on his guard in II
twinkling. He set his jaw and uttered
an ugly oath; then quick as lightning
he struck sidewise at the pistol with
his blade. 1t was move which might
have taken less alert person than
Alice unawares, but her training IN
sword play was ready in her wrist and
hand. An involuntary turn, the slight
est imaginable, set the heavy barrel of
her weapon strongly against the blow
partly stopping 1t, and then the gaping
muzzle spat its load of balls and slugs
with below that awoke the drowsy
old village.
Farnsworth staggered backward, let
ting fall his sword. There was rent
in the clothing Of his left shoulder. He
reeled, the blood spun out but he did
, not fall, although he grew white.
Father Beret sprang nimbly to sus
tain FarnswOrth, snatching up the
. pistol rs he passed around Alice.
"You are hurt, my son." he gently
said Let me help you" He passed his
arm firmly under that of FarnswOrth
seeing that the captain was unsteady
on his feet.