Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1904-03-10

acid bouquet OF the wine filed the
room with n smack OF vinegar, and
the smoke frOm rank scorching fat and
wheat meal did not suggest an agreea-
bic feast.
We'll, well, II you are not hungry.
my son, sit down on the stool there
and tell me the news"
Farnsworth took the low scat with
out n word, letting his eyes wander
over the walls. Alices napier. the
mate 10 that now worn by Hamilton,
hung I'm its curlously engraved scab-
bard near one corner. The sight OF II
lnnam"d Farnsworth.
IT'S an outraged he broke forth.
Governor Hamilton sent a man 20
Roussillon place with orders 20 bring
him the scabbard OF Miss Roussillon's
sword. and lac now wears the beautiful
weapon ms n he had come by IL hon
cstly. Curse himw
My dear, dear son, you must not
soil your lips with such languagew
Father Bcrct let fall the half OF a well
bitten cake and held up both hands.
Il beg your pardon. father. I know
ought 90 be more careful In your
presence. but-but-the beastly scoun-
drcl"-
Bah! Douccment, mon fils, douce-
mcnt" The old man shook his head
and his finger while speaking. Easy.
my son. easy. You would be q flno
target for bullets were your words 20
reach llamllton's ears. You are not
permitted TO rcvilc your commander"
Yes. | know; but how can a man
restrain himself under such abominn.
bic conditioner
Father Beret shrcwdly guessed that
Hamilton had been giving the captain
fresh reasons for bitter resentment
Moreover. he was sure that the moving
cause had been Alice so, In order 20
draw out what he wished 60 hear, he
said very gently:
How Is the little prisoner getting
alongT'
Farnsworth ground his teeth and
sworc, but Father Beret appeared not
10 hear He bit deep into scone. took
liberal sip OF the muddy red wine
and added
HAS she comfortable placer Do
you think Governor Hamilton would
let me visit herr
IT Il horriblc" Farnsworth blurted
she's penncd up as II she were dan
gerous beast. tho poor girl And that
ID sCoundrcl'-
"Son, son"
"Oh. It's no use 10 try. can't help
u. father The whelp"-
we can converse more safely and
!aielligcntiy n we avoid profanity and
undue emotion. my son. Now. II you
viii quit swearing. VIA. and n you
viii Doe calm. so VIII l."
Farnsworth felt the sly irony OF this
absurdiy vicarious proposition. Father
Berct smiled with a kindly twinkle In
his deep set eyes.
gungc. father. there's no telling bow
much you think In explosives. What Is |
your opinion OF a man who tumbles
poor. defcnsclcss girl into prison and
then refuses 10 let her bc deccntiy
cared forf How DO you express your.
self about himi"
My son. men often do things Of
which they ought 10 be ashamed. I |
heard OF a young officer once who NAL. |
treated little girl that he met at
night IN the street what evil &c |
would have done, had not n passing |
kind hoartcd-nan reminded him OF bis |
honor by friendly punch in the ribs.
dare not surmise."
True, and your sarcasm goes home |
rs hard as your FIST did. father.
know TINT I've been "A sad dog all my |
.ifc. Miss Roussillon saved you by |
shooting me, and / love her for II. |
Lay on. father: deserve more than
TOu can give me"
Surely you do, my aon. surely you
DO, but my love for you Will not let me
give you pain. An. we priests have 20
carry all mems loads. Our backs are
broad, however; very broad, my con-"
And your fists are heavy. father;
mighty heavy"
The gentle smile again fiickered over
he priests weather beaten face az ne
glanced sidewisc nt Farnsworth and
aid.
Sometimes, sometimes. my son, a
'arnal weapon must break the way for
/ spiritual one. But we priests rarely
nave much physical strength. Our de-
'cndence Is upon
TO be sure; certainly" Fansworth
Interrupted, rubbing his side. "Your
dependence Is upon the first thing that
'ners. I've had many a blow, but
ours was the solidest that ever Jared
ny mortal frame, Father Berct."
The twain began TO laugh. There IL
lothing Ike "reminiscences 90 stir up
resh mutual sympathy.
IF your intercostAls were somewhat
ore for time on account OF n con-
act with priestly knuckles, doubtless
here soon set in n corresponding I'M
asncss I'm the region OF your CON
clcnce. Such shocks are often vigor.
usly Alternative and tonic; eh. my
on?"
"You joltcd me sober. father, and
hen l was ashamed OF myself. But