The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-06-07
Copyright, 1910.

I With tempest and torture. 'Twanay
WAS norm anew secret. why should nc not
do Ak he said? AS for moral arguments
against his threatened course. 'Twanay;
In spite of the white e-bandcd Sisters and
tho benevolent priest and the ugly litue
chapel on the point above the bay. was
complete savage. Why should not a
man XIII his enemy And who Is an en-
cmy II not the person who stands be-
tween n man and the attainmenis OF his
desires?
Den Veel ! keel 'eom." she told her.
self. erimly and uncmotionaliy. Hate
ana vengeance. she felt. would nnke her
a match for GaSpard, the strong and WHY,
when the time should come.
All when the time should come. the
merry blue eyes would be sbcathed be :.
meath uplifting lids. When the time should
come the lips that always smiled would
be SET in am upsmilIng dXity. tho voice
that was all Kindness would be stilled.
Again she was cleaying the water to to
reach him. to save him. Again she felt
the weight OF the stiff body drag upon
her arms. Was IL for this that she had
rescued him-that he should die. alonel
Die. that day. when With The eyes OF
her imagination she bcheld Hitler dead
Later she sought Gaspard In the woods
He was cooking fish he had caught and
on stones.
II marry you" she said briefly. Cas-
pard's eyes widened in spite OF himself
Fl follow 'eem no more" she went ON.
"E marry de brown hair-Llttle Brown
Brook Then she waited. frightened
Was her sacrifice to be accepted? Gas
''Dcy gccve us money" she said briehy
You want 'ecm no more?" Gaspard
concluded his reflections.
Civilization at It's highest could not
have eXcelled the air with which 'Twanay
put the imputation from her with which
she made the worse appear the better
reason, the lower motive the only one;
L geevc us money for farm she
repeated stoldly. 'I want-a farm-an
-" repulsion achieved, the effect OF CO.
quse,r;yy, Ir, "an"an, You" ,. ,.,o,,. .ua
offered her food. eve go tell Fathe,
Desmond. An YOU marry me now-nex'
Sunday. Then | know YOU arc not cheat
ing me. wait till they go" his nod
were fun OF cunning. 'you maybe not
marry We marry now. mex Sunday"
Jwanay acquesced,
through the nuptial mass the next Sun
day morning, the Recipients OF many
bright dark smile2, of gigglinS attcn-
the sermon. though these were appro-
pirate TO the joyful sacrament just adj
Instead, she was remember
ing an old sermon Of Father Desmond's,
an old text which she had not even known
she heard at the time lie delivered il.
The blood OF the martyrs is the seed OF
the church, the sentence reverberaied
in her ears. She kept her
meet the Coneratulatory messages OF the
eyes OF the white visitors in the gallery
Gaspard had insisted upon inviting them,
upon having the deed to the farm at
once.
THE blood OF tho martyrs" whispered
'Twanay to herself. Father Desmond
was eXaltinG the home. the unit OF the
state. the cornerstone OF society, the
very keystone in the arch OF civilization,
the home-man and wife and children,
and God smiling among them-civillza-
ton. The words rang dizZily. She dug
her nails into her palms Firmly she held
her eyes down against the fusillade OF
bright elanccs. "'rhc blood of the mar
tyrs'-I wonder vat dat mean" said
Twanay.