The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1915-09-07
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and the improvideut, these--but the better
among them held with Pink Perry that the
church could do no harm, provided they did
not attend, and might indeed accomplish q
measure Of good Moreover, it would surely
be phenomenon to have a church in Dead
eye; in that particular they would be in a
position to put it all over Doghole. Mr.
Perry became more vehement as he pro-
crossed, and came out hatfooted in support of
Father Walsh.
All day they strolled in couples and singly
to watch the operations, occasionally offer
ing comment or indulgfng in raillery, to which
Walsh replied in kind. None profered his
services, fear of public opinion stalking
among them. Too active participation in re-
ligious matters might deprive man Of caste
and lay him open to the suspicion of being a
weakling. But on the third day the most
reckless of them seized . saw, and thrusting
the Mexican aside, went at q scantling with
feyerish energy. 1t was Riordan, he Of the
terrible strength. At Ziegler's, where he
stopped on his way to supper, he was plainly
abashed, but volunteered the explanation
that he felt sorry for the little man and those
Mexicans were of no account. Whatever
Riordan's p1omptings, he was there again
next day and the next, and there were two
more to help him.
It was Walsh's intention to build mod
est church, all Of frame brought from the'saw-
mill at the mines, with plain wooden altar and
long benches for seats. The tower would over
top all Deadeye, and topping the tower would
be a eross-what cross, tool Father Walsh
closed his eyes to gloat over the vision, for had
otLinken, the foreman at Doghole, promised
to provide one glittering in gilt2
Doghole, indeed, became poisoned thorn
in lBeadsye's side Venomous as had been
the rivalry since the two towns rose naush-
room-like from nothing, it fed on the posses
sion of Father Walsh until Doghole only
hated Deadeye less than Deadeye hated Dog
hole. And now the coming of the priest gave
promise Of stirring the ranking feud into
open fight unconscious though he was of It.
For in the citizens of Deadeye had been born
a sort Of proprietary sentiment towards the
father and yet he persisted in journeying on
the burro regularly to Doghole, where, runor
had it, he was. on terms of intimacy with the
miners and RECALLED them with long talks in
the fashion Of his Sabbath meetings. Why
on earth should he bother with Doghole
Deadeye wanted TO know? It was assuredly
doomed to perdition anyway, and to them il
seemed pity that good mans time should
be squandered.
With fractional feeling at white heat snd
the feud running strong, the church grew
slowly to its topmost beam. There remained
only the paint Linken had been faithful tt
his pledge, and beautiful, sparkling eros,
gave back the light where II fell in a broad
shaft through the window of Father Walsh's
bedroom. The night Of its arrival he knel
and prayed there; prayed for Deadeye and it.
men, for the begrined toilers in the mines
His heart was uplifted with hope, his sou
tender with thankfulness that his feet hac
been guided SO far on'the stony way.
We viii open the church next Sunday,
he announced.
There could be no tornality, stately eere
mony being out Of the question in that region
He would hold 4 simple service, asking God.
blessing on the structure dedicated TO Hi
work. That was all: but he accepted witt
-Seager gratitude Rosie's Offer to decorate tht
interior Meanwhile, Deadeye was in
ouandary, wrestling with d problem, and vel
Father Walsh knew it, Should they attend
the opening Many were loath to comni
themselves to anew order BY their presence il
the church--for none were SO blind the,
could not see that the dedication was a step
ping stone in the life Of the community--ant