The Green Forest tribune., 1911-03-03

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 Father Rogan answered nothing. During the silence that succeeded, he sat with quiet expectation beaming in his full, lambient eye.
 If you would listen-," began Lori son. The priest held up his hand you would trust me- Wait but a mo- ment," He brought a long clay pipe, filled and lighted it.
 Now, my son." he said. Lorison poured a twelvemonth's ac- cumulative confidence into Father Ro- | gan's ear. He told all; not sparing himself or emitting the facts of his past, the events of the night, or his disturbing conjectures and fears.
 "The main point" said the priest. when he had concluded, seems to me to be this-are you reasonably sure that you love this woman whom you l have married2"
 Why" exclaimed Lorison, rising impulsively to his feet-"why should I deny it? But look at me-am I fish. flesh or fowl? That is the main point to me, l assure you"
 q understand you" said the priest, also rising and laying down his pipe. The situation is one that has taxed the endurance of much older men than you-in fact especially much older men than you. I will try to relieve you from 1t, and this night. You shall see for yourself into exactly what predic- ament you have fallen, and how you shall, possibly, be extricated. There is no evidence so credible as that of the eyesight."
 The two went out upon the street. The priest turned his face down it, and Lorison walked with him through a squalid district, where the houses loomed, awry and desolate looking high above them. Presently they turned into 2 less dismal side street where the houses were smaller, and though hinting of the most meager comfort, lacked the concentrated wretchedness of the more populous byways.
 At segregated two-story house Father Rogan halted, and mounted the steps with the confidence of familiar visitor. He ushered Lorison Into a narrow hallway, faintly lighted by 8 cobwebbed hanging lamp Almost i'm mediately door to the right opened l and dingy Irishwoman protruded | her head.
 Good evening to ye Mistress 1 Geehan," said the priest, unconscious ly, it seemed, falling into a delicately favored brogue. And is it yourself can tell me if Norah has gone out again, the night, maybe?"
 "Oh, it's yer blessid riverence! Sure I can tell ye the same. The purty darlin wint out, as usual, but a bit later And she says: Mother Geehan,' says she, it's me last night out, praise the saints, this noight is! And, oh, yer riYerence, the swate beautiful drame of a dress she had this toime. White satin and silk and ribbons. and lace about the neck and arrums-'twas sin, yer riverence, the gold was spint upon It."
 The priest heard Lorison catch his breath painfully, and a faint smile ffickered across his own clean-cut mouth
 Well, then, Mistress Geehan," said he, I'll just step upstairs and see the bit of boy for a minute, and I'll take this gentleman up with me"
 Hes awake, thin," said the woman I've just come down from sitting wid him the last hour, tilling him fine shtories of ould County Tyrone. lis a greedy gossoon, it is, yer riverence, for me shtories."
 Small the doubt" said Father Rogan. There's no rocking would put him to slape the quicker, I'm thinking"
 Amid the woman's shrill protest against the retort, the two men as cended the steep stairway. The priest pushed open the door of a room near it's top.
 "Is that you already, sister," drawled sweet, childish voice from the darkness.
 Its only ould Father Denny come to see ye, darlin' and a foine gintle- man I've brought to make ye a gr-r-rand call. And ye resaves us fast aslape in bed Shame on yez manners!"
 "Oh, Father Denny, is that you? I'm glad. And will you light the lamp please? It's on the table by the door And quit talking like Mother Geehan, Father Denny"
 The priest lit the lamp, and Lorison saw tiny, towsled-haired boy, with a thin, delicate face, sitting up in a small bed in a corner. Quickly also his rapid glance considered the room and it's contents, It was furnished with more than comfort, and it's adornments indicated a woman's dis corning taste. An open door beyond revealed the blackness of an adioin- ing rooms interior
 The boy clutched both of Father Rogan's hands. I'm so glad you came" he said; but why did you come in the night? Did sister send you?"
 of wid ye! Am to be sint about at me age, as was Terrence McShane of Ballmahone? I came on me own r-r-responsibility.
 LOriSon had also advanced to the