The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-06-28

church 70 her. He remembered the
pure nights of ecstacy on the hills un-
der the white Italian stars with no
sound but the distant tinkle of a sheep
bell or the wind in the trees: and he
remembered hours Of quiet joy in St.
Peters church. with the great shaft of
gold pouring down before the high al
tar; and all these noble hours had con-
Secrated him TO this work among the
poorest and most sOrdid of Italy's chill
dren. He loved the beauty of Italy,
and every day he lived with her ugli-
ness and misery among those who could
never know that his service to them
was an act Of worship 10 the beauty
he never hoped TO see again.
Blanca made a deep bow To the priest
gave sideWise glance and smile 10
MacMahOn, but did not seem TO see
Kate, who smiled at the neglect.
Now then, Blanca" said the priest
lis Pasquale-is your father. worse?"
"Ah. no. Padre" said Blanca, with
deep sadness; he mucha better: he
soona be we'll and mia madre and l, We
cryaa"
What. you shameless girl" stormed
the priest. rs that the way to talk Of
your fatheT?"
Blanca had an instinct for the con-
crete. She pushed back her blue Slew
and showed a long, ragged cut.
He do me thaIa." she said with ex-
pressive gesture. He do mia madre one
when she was keep him from lIilla my
sisters bambinO. He say he kina me
if l tella you"
Father Kinsellagh sighed and Mac
MahOn doubled his fists. Blanca smiled
at the gesture as she went on:
But l no minda the beating if he
let me have signori come see me. But
no, | am wOrka for him till he die he
says. So / want him die quicka." she
concluded simply; IF 1 not marry
soon. l not get a man"
4 think the mans wits are going. "
murmured the father. I'm speak to
him."
"Ah, no, Padre" she pleaded. her
little hands Outstretched. I'VE prays
he die quicka. He is up when ! leave.
He send me TO ask to christen the bam-
binO of my sister this morning.
Wanta him called Michael"
Kate stared, laughed. and then gave
MacMahon a dig with her powerful ell
bow
"'Taint So" he whispered angrily;
she's afther calm ut Father Kinsel-
lagh.
And my father saya." went on
Blanca. he saya am l come be your
cook tomOrra ?"
YES: come i'm the morning, Blanca, -
said the little father. seeing in the
tail of his eye how Hates hands flew
To her hips, sure signal of battle. GO
home, child and say 10 your sister I'll
christen the baby after Sunday
school"
When the door closed on the girl he
gathered himself together TO attack
Kate before she could attack him.
Now then. Kate" he cried. Pas
quale di Pietro has stirred up the ItaI-
ians in the ward. women and men both,
as I told Michael here. If 1 am to
have cheap peace this jealousy must be
settled by elevating Blanca at your ex-
pense It's only month"
And you ask me 10 let that dago
into my kitchen," interrupted Kate. 81
wonder at your reverence. I've some
respect fur me pots and pans, amy
way. Will l tell you what she'll give
you fur breakfast? Cream puffs ana
jelly rool. Will I tell YOU fur dinner?
Jelly rOol and cream puffs! viii I"
whist. woman" muttered Mac-Ma-
hon. loudly. "A little sacrifice like that
fur the father"
Michael will help me, too" said
Father Kinsellagh.
Sure, FEATHER" said MacMahOn,
warmly. II often think. begor, if I
cud free Oirland wild wan blow. what
a fine wan I'd take: and twill be the
same in helpin you kape ORDER among
thin dagos IT'S a duty that walks
aTrum in arrum wild pleasure"
IT'S not lighting. you fierce man. -
said Father Knsellagh TITS a sacri-
flee like Hates You've been paying
visits TO my kitchen this past year.
Now l ask you. don't stop when Blanca
is the cook
MacMahon's jaw dropped as he pro-
tested: "Arrah, FEATHER. don't ask
that"