South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-12-14


/ cathedral or collegiate church. on
the contrary ne was a farmer on
week days. a clergyman on Sundays
and holy days, and a horse-lover on
all days Laymen in the township
OF ST. Armand could indulge in the
questionable p slime Of trad
/ ing. trotting rices. steeple-chasing
and hunting, bat the Right Rever-
/ end CassavOy would have been con-
sidered hayward If he joined in any
such degrading indulgences Of the
| flesh. 1t was his job TO be 'pious
and poor" He craved 70 change it
4 To "pious and pleasure-lOving" But
/ me judgments Of Christian folk are
hard.
Were it not for the spell he held
| over Jason Butler, 20 years a man
of wealth and nine years a rheum-
attic cripple, the canon might still be
considered pioUs and poor. But he
convinced Butler that he could cure
him OF his long-standing malady-
a miracle which proved his undoing
Come up to the spring house.
| nc said one autumn morning. 81
want to show you something"
Butler hobbled after him on
clutches.
Now undress yourself while
pump some water into this tank and
} attach a hose. Take your time. I'm
/ going 10 give you Father Kneip's
cure
Rutler followed directions like a
dumb animal Nine years Of adver-
sity and suffering had made him a
/ mountain OF faith.
Now turn your back to him. I'll
I help you TO sit down. Close your
eyes and repeat the Our Father. "
] Butler mumbled the prayer fer
/ vently He was half way through
! when a spray OF icy water drowned
him. He gasped for air and after a
time got a little enough at least to
I swear at his benefactor and to
scramble out Of the zone controlled
! by the canon's squirting hose When
the hose seemed bent OF. following
him. nc jumped 10 his feet
You maniac!" he shouted. as he
| rushed at the canon in rage. The
/ latter's calm smile had its desired
effect. Butler tried to control him
self. clenched his fists and continued
his TRADE.
BY all the saints in heaven" he
! cried. If you weren't a priest, Id
kn"ck you down."
"Why?S questioned the Canon
somewhat amused. Because I've
cured YOU? Do you realize this is
the first time in nine years that
you've jumped up? Do YOU know
it's the first time in nine years that
you've run a man, feeling able 70
knock him down p"
Butler stood with mouth agape
The thrill Of it unbalanced him.
Get down on your knees with
me-" continued Father Cassavoy
calmly. and we will thank the good
Lord for your recovery"
DevoutIy they prayed and long
In time they got up and walked to-
ward the road Jason Butler forgot
his crutches.
Let them stay there" said the
Canon
They reached Buffers carriage.
Father" the ex-cripple began
lis there a thing I can do for you
I give my soul to you for the asking
You must need many things-a new
church, a parish school. an auto
mobile? You ought TO give ar
farming. III guarantee you an in
come that Will be enough 10 sup
port you as YOU ought to live"
I'D rather he a d~mer,' replied
the Canon dolefully.
But there must be something ]
can do"
The canon waivered a moment
patted Buffers sterling trotter and
then shook his head.
Well. I'll give the Bishop 800
zoe and ask him 10 build a church
a school. a new house for you and
do what he wants with the rest
But ! must do something person
ally for you. Come. what do you
want?"
He looked. appealing. at the Can.
on. Their eyes met as man anc
man.
II would like TO have"-The can
on faltered. II want-Could vol
sell me Danny? Since he was a col
I've envied your ownership. ",
watched him grow. T've.-well
Danny and were made TO 10,
stablemates, that's all"
Jump in" declared Butler H,
is yours Ny price is one dollar
to be paid IN 60 days I'm going L
walk home"
"Oh, no, no. I couldn't do that
You must keep him. None one mus
know he's mine And the Canon
mind began to plot deeply in the ar
OF deception.
81 shall come down" he begaI
again. at night and drive him OF
the old trotting track. No one zoe
there now since you built the ns7
one. You can drive HIM there auC
/ can walk down. But keep il
secret Promise >"
Butler promised. To tell the trutl
he relished being a party 20 the con
spiracy. Night after night he drov
Danny Deever down TO the deserte,
track and chuckled and cheere,
while Father Cassavoy trotted tn
handsome bay gelding around tn
track
I sTauo,, he g,gd % nusfor. ~,