Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-06-16
won't have il. Don't stand there grin
ming at me. Get that flag or I'll make

won't have it. Don't stand there grin
ming at me. Get that flag or III make
you"
What is impossible, my son, is pos
sible TO God alone. Apud Lomincs hoe
impossible est. apUd Deum autem
omnia possibilia sunt."
None Of your Jesuit Latin or logic
TO me. am not here to argue but to
command. Get that flag. BE in a
hurry about it, 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 a soldier and will not dare strike an
DID, defenseless man"
'But will strike black rcbcd and
black hearted French rebel Get that
flag. you grinning foolr'
Strike if you must" he said very
gently, very firmly. Il 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 a prayer or q blessing
Get the flag. Them ragged Farms
worth, in whose veins the heat OF liquor
was aided by an unreasoning choler.
81 cannot" said Father Beret
''Thcn take the consequencesr'
Farnsworth lifted his sword, not to
thrust, but TO strike with its Fat 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 foolI' he cried, leveling his
weapon for a direct luDge. You dey-
ilish 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
q mere point of time. Then there was
the swish of woman's skirts; 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 at her
throat-fell and rolled under her feet
Nobody saw it.
In her hand she held an immense
horse pistol, which she leveled in the
captains face, it's fiaring, bugle shaped
muzzle gaping not yard from his
nose. The heavy tube was as steady
as if in wise.
drop that swordr'
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. Tho
leaden slugs were on the point of leap
ing forth.
drop that swordp'
The repetition seemed to close the op-
portunity rUr uefay.
Farnsworth was on his guard in a
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 q move which might
have taken a 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 it, and then the gaping
muzzle spat its load of balls and slugs
with a below that awoke the drowsy
old village.
Farnsworth staggered backward, let
ting fall his sword. There was a 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 10 sus-
tain Farnsworth, snatching up the
pistol as 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.
"Lean upon me- Come with me,
Alice, my child, and l will take him
into the house."
Alice picked UP the captains sword
and led the way.
1t was all done so quickly that Farms
worth, in his half daZed condition,
scarcely realized what was going on
until he found himself on n couch in
the Roussillon home, his wound "a
jagged furrow plowed out by slugs
that the swords blade had first inter
cepted neatly dressed and bandaged,
while Alice and the priest hovered over
film, busy with their careful ministra-
tionS.
Hamilton and Helm were, as usual,
playing cards at the formers quarters
when a guard announced that Mile.
Roussilon wished an audience with
the governor.
Bring the girl in said Hamilton,
throwing down his cards and scowling
darkly.
''Now you'd better be wise as a
serpent and gentle as a dove" remark
ed Helm. There is something up, and
that gunshot we heard awhile ago
may have a good deal to do with 1t. At
any rate, you'll find kindness your best
card to play with Alice Roussillon just
at the present stage of the game"
OF course they knew nothing of what
had happened to Farnsworth, but they
had been discussing the strained rela-