Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-03-23
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"When are you going to close down,
Simeon?" demanded Father Lucien.
standing over the PROSTATE liquor
seller.
AT once" 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
singlestick describes a circle having a
radius of several feet. Exercise 2
cleared the counter in a jiffy, leaving
wreck of reeking spirits and broken
glass.
When the cure turned upon the en-
thusiastic, shouting throng, the grins
died off their faces.
sect out of here, my childreni" he
shouted. And, twirling his singlestick
with indescribable velocity. he brought
much as one might strike 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.
tits all right, Simeon, my son." he
said gently. II think I've cured you
now. I'm 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"
"Fm going to-" replied the cure
grimly. 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 fed, and the streets were
packed with crowds which, at the sight
of the priest, set up a 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.
Il snail come back every week." was
Father Lucien's last 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 hundred throats.
And, being at last satisfied that Ste.
Marie was closed as tightly as 1t was
ever likely to be, Father Luclen 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.
"Ive 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 singlestick." said Fa-
Their Lucien. "It is a good exerciser
for old men like you and me, Lafe."
"Sort of light double club" said
LATE. "What's that hair on the end,
father? Say, that looks like blood,
don't it,"
"That is Simeon Duval's," the cure
answered "You see, Mr.. LATE"
LATE stopped short. "Father Lucy,
d'you mean TO tell me you've knocked
out Simeon"
"I'm afraid so. Mfr. LATE. l couldn't
get into his sonl In any other way.