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

with an eager admiration and a sudden
glance Of pride of conquest: after thar
she would glance at the little fathers
tired face. then she would turn from
them both, with a smile that was al
most maternal. to Bianca's young love-
illness. Kate sometimes wondered il
she were losing MacMahOn, but if she
were she made no effort 10 regain her
hold. She was unwOntedly passive, as
if she were drifting TO some safe and
sure fate.
MacMahOn was not keen on analysis
and IL was only when hates vacation
was two months old and she was rather
fretting TO get back her old free sway
IN the kitchen that he was brought
To full self-consciOusness He was go
ing, little later than usual, to the
fathers kitchen, when. as he neared
the door, he heard Pasquale's voice IN
angry. intense Italian. Looking into
the window as he passed he saw the
man, evidently drunk his blanched face
full of hate. his teeth parted in
snarling grin. as he forced Blanca
| back toward the stove. Her face was
terrified, her barred arms raised I'm APP
peal, her eyes fixed on her father
| right hand. AS MacMahOn dashed
open the door Pasquale was Kissing.
He has not asked you yet? Well. 1
wait no longer! 1 kill you nOW!"
MacMahOn saw the fash OF steel. At
! the same moment Blanca sWerVed and
/ then a ribbon of bright blood started
upon her breast and arm. MacMahon
threw himself upon Pasquale. who fell
with a crash against the stove. At the
noise Kate rushed into the kitchen, fol-
lowed by the little father. Kate lifted
the fainting Blanca, while Father Kin
| sellagh cried:
Lad, have you killed him 30
Has he killed herr" said MacMahon.
He took Blanca from Kate and car
Tied her 10 the light, while the little
father examined Pasquale.
"A nasty cut on the head" he said
gravely. Maybe he is dying this
| time"
Then tits a good Job he's right wild
! you Father" said Kate with nervous
| hippancy She was looking curiously
at MacMahon's face. There was an eX-
preston upon II which it had never
worn for her.
An hour later. when the doctor had
gone, MacMahon went upstairs to the
room where Pasquale lay, Father Kin
/ sellagh and Kate sitting beside him,
well, FEATHER" MacMahon said, In
an odd, strained voice. sure, your
Irish italian alliancen be bound wild
wan goOld ring, anyway"
Think shame 10 yourself, said the
] little I4Lnef, IN an angry NAlspcAs a 6Ad-
| light on his face; you don't even ask
| is Pasquale alive"
Sure, no jury'd decide egin me II he
wasn't" said MacAIahon easily.
He'll be dyin' dozen times yet
Michael" said Kate softly.
"Jist you yell in his ear I'm goin' to
marry Blanca and he'll be well tomor-
ra," said MacMahon. Il left her on
the sofy down stairs. FEATHER"
AS he went out Of the room the little
father looked at Kate with suLsen mis-
| giving.
you'll never regret, Kate?" he asked
anxiously Sure, when I made this
plan, I hoped 'twould see you two
Happy. one way or another"
! Kate looked at him with sudden tears.
"Oh. Father. agra" she whispered;
| how good you were to me whin l was
| a little motherless thing goin' TO school
/ in County Carlow! And cud I see you
widout yur comforts among the hay
| thens here? I'll niver lave you
The father turned his back on Pas
ouaIe and bent toward her gently.
| We'll. God bless you, anyway, Kate,
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