The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1917-09-22

breed stampede, she stayed to nurse a
SICK woman and baby-a decent woman
who had no money to keep her child.
And when the woman was beyond
danger, she disappeared, so her patient
would not know the character Of her
nurse. Even the keeper of that dive
over there recognizes the real worth
that was In that girl-who l believe
and pray will be forgiyenl That one
good deed of hers viii 20 far to count
In her favor Search that black soul
Of yours and see what you can hang
a hope onl"
And he had turned on his heel and
left the room. Half sfupefied by
amazement, Welleston had watched
him depart For time he had sat
IN bewIldered silence Then he had
staggered toward the silent Pitt and
drunk again and again By the time
the priest returned. two hours later,
Welleston was In his worst mood, thor
oughly alert, crafty, with inflamed brain
and murderous hate boiling within.
Welleston," Father Brady had said
as he entered, passing a wearied hand
over his pale brow 81 was wrong to
speak to you as 1 did just now-it was
the weakness of the human. I set my
self up as your judge for which I have
asked forgiveness 1 ask yours"
In the other mans eyes 8 somber
light had shone. This, he had re-
Elected was the beginning of his triumph.
With an effort he modulated his voice.
All right, Father" he had rejoined,
but tell me: Do you think that girl
do you think that a man like myself
have we any chance at the last?"
OF forgiveness, you mean? Every
sinner has a chance" said the priest
comes late, a promise OF hope Is held
out for US = and 1 believe that
promise"
but how about heaven? 1 asked
you this afternoon" WeileSton had
proceeded, still quietly; "can you tell
me how you're sure there's one7"
81 have administered the sacraments
to many dying man and woman"
Father Brady had answered IN reverent
tones, and If you could see what I
have seen, Welleston, you would be-
heve. If you could see that shadow
that comes over the features as the
first glimpse Of the great beyond Is
stretched before them-of the awful
depth of mystery IN her eyes which
tells us that they see things denied to
us-of the wonderful igurstion
OF those faces when they pledge their
repentance with their last breath and
throw themselves upon the forgiveness
above Just as I have seen the horror
IN the eyes of those who die In sin and
unrepentant, which also shows that
the soul In passing sees something the
mortal eye does not-you would not
doubt that there was a future world.
You would not doubt that a reward
awaits repentance there"
And even single good idea viii
help?" Welleston had asked.
Father Brady had reverently bowed
his head
"I believe So" he had murmured.
Then" shrieked Welleston.. his
Pent-up insanity of liquor bursting forth
In one Wild fit of rage; you're sure
there's a heaTenl You're sure there's
q chance If you repent In timel You've
been talkin' about miraclesI See II a
miracle viii cut In, right nowl Stop
this, If you cant" And he had drawn
his revolver and fired
And so it was that the Ister hour
found Welleston still riding up the
foothills. His pony Tas painting now
With q gasp at each stride. Again and
again he assailed the 1hiskey he had
carried from the bar until he had
swallowed a pint Of the raw LIQUID.
But he could not longer stupefy him
self. The horror Of what he had done