The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-04-30
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By VICTOR ROUSSEAU
ILLusTRArIoNs BIZ IRWIN NYERs


Crash went the singlestick. Are
you going to. have me arrestedT" In
Quired Father Lucien.
NO" muttered Simeon. covering his
head with his hands.
Crash! Simeon's hands flew apart
as If they were attached to springs.
"Are you going to write to the bssh-
OPP" asked the cure.
mo. For Gods sake let me go,
you d bully!"
Simeon snatched at the knob on the
end of the singlestick nearest him. but
movement provides for that, and the
crack Of broken finger was distinctly
audible to the intensely interested
spectators.
when are you going to close down.
SimeonY demanded Father Lucien.
standing over the PROSTATE liquor
seller
AT oncew yelled Simeon, bursting
into tears. For Gods sake don't hit
me again -
Simeon looked so AFFECT that the
cure had not the heart to continue his
punishment. He looked about him. A
radius of several feet Exercise
cleared the counter In jiffy, leaving
a wreck Of reeking spirits and broken
glass.
When the cure turned upon the en-
thusiastic. shouting throng, the grins
died Off their faces.
Get out Of here, my children !" he
shouted. And, twirling his singlestick
with indescribable velocity. he brought
1t down on one head after another,
much as one might strike a row OF
fence posts. The terrible implement
seemed to fly In all directions at the
same time. Father Lucien cracked the
last man across the shoulders and sent
him flying into the street.
For Gods sake don't leave me
alone in here with him" moaned Sim
con from the floor.
Father Lucien came back and stood
over him. twirling his singlestick
meditatively. At last he laid it down
upon the counter.
IT'S all right, Simeon, my son." he
said gently. II think I've cured you
now. Pm going to hear your confess
sion. A man never knows when he's
going to be sick. Simeon. Let me hear
you say your Act of Contrition, if you
haven't forgotten it,"
wait a minute" pleaded Simeon.
Are you going to see my brother
Louis afterwards"
1--WE seen him." answered the cure.
And Jean Pouliot, and Albert
Drouin, and George Moisan, and"
I'm going to-" replied the cure
grimIy. So Simeon, with a new ex-
preston of qualification, came back
into the church.
When, fifteen minutes later, Father
Lucien emerged from the shanty, Ste.
Marie was an extraordinary sight
Every drink shop had locked up, their
owners had fled and the streets were
packed with crowds which, at the sight
of the priest, set up yell of delight.
The women pressed about him, sob
bling their gratitude. 1t was with diff
ficulty that he could make his way
through the feminine bodyguard that
accompanied him along his way, and
after he had persuaded them to go
home the distant cheering still rang in
his ears.
ST snail come back every week." was
Father Lucien's Iast promise to Ste.
Marie. 81 shall break the head. of
every man who has brandy in his
house."
"God bless you, father" came back
from a hundred throats.
And. being at last satisfied that Ste.
Marie was closed as tightly as it was
ever likely to be, Father Lucien took
the homeward road to st. Boniface
again.
He went through the limits instead
of along the shore, and was nearing
the village when he encountered LATE.
Hello. Father Lucyl Where do
you come from?" asked the latter.
I've just been paying a pastoral
visit to Ste. Marie" said the cure de-
murely.
Lafe stared at him. "What d'you
call that?" he demanded.
''That is a singlestick," said Fa-
Their Lucien. 1T is a good exerciser
for old men like you and me. Lafe."
'Sort of light double club" said
Lafe. "What's that hair on the end
ldthcA say, thut AOOhS AihC OAOO0,
don't it?"
THAT is Simeon Duval's." the cure
you see, Mr.. Lafe-'
Lafe stopped short. Father Lucy.
d'you mean to tell me you've knocked
out Simeon"
I'm afraid so. Mr.. Lafe. 1 couldn't
get into his soul In any other way.
But Tn getting there. Next time
shall have learned some more exer-
cises, and then"
"You closed up Ste. Marie?"
"Well, for the present, yes" adj
mitted the cure. "But next time"
"Shake, father" said LATE, stretch
ing out his hand. by George. you do
get results after all when you start
In. But why didn't you do that be-
fore?"
"It was your friend, Monsieur As
kew, who put the thought into my
head" said Father Lucien- by the
way, Mr.. LATE. L have a letter from a
friend in ST. Joseph"
'St Joseph Why, that's where
Nanette Bonnat-"
Precisely. And she has told every
thing about the visit to the island.
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