The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-04-24
yelled. I'm write to the bishop about

you going to have me arrestedY" in
quired Father Lucien.
NO." muttered Simeon, covering his
head with his hands.
Crash Simeon's hands flew apart
as II they were attached to springs.
Are you going to write to the bish-
OPT? asked the cure.
you d bully!"
Simeon snatched at the knob on the
end of the singlestick nearest him. but
movement 4 provides for that, and the
crack of broken finger was distinctly
audible to the intensely interested
spectators.
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 abiect that the
cure had not the heart to continue his
P"hi'iiihcht. liz lpohbu dDOut llllI. "A
singlestick describes a circle having a
radius of several feet. Exercise 2
cleared the counter in a jiffy, leaving
a wreck of reeking spirits and broken
glass.
When the cure turned upon the en-
thusiastic, shousing throng, the grins
died off their faces.
Get out of here, my children" he
shouted. And, twirling his singlestick
with indescribable velocity, he brought
it down on one head after another,
much as one might strike row of
fence posts. The terrible implement
seemed to fly in oil 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 minute" pleaded Simeon.
70 fn hnr
Louis afterwards"
'Tve seen him." answered the cure.
"And Jean Pouliot, and Albert
Drouin, and George Moisan, and"
I'm going to-" replied the cure
grimly. SO Simeon, with 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.
owners had fled. and the streets were
packed with crowds which, ut 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.
II snail come back every week." was
Father Lucien's last promise to Ste.
Marie. II shall break the head Of
every man who has brandy in his
house."
"God bless you, father" came back
from hundred threats.
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.
.HeIlo. Father Lucy! Where do
you come fro1nw asked the latter.
"Ive just been paying pastoral
visit to Ste. Marie" said the cure de-
murely.
Lafe stared at him. What dyou
call that?" he demanded.
"That Is singlestick," said Fa-
tber Lucien. at is good exerciser
for old men like you and me, Lafe."
"Sort of light double club" said
LATE. "What's that hair on the end.
father3 Say. that looks like blood,
don't it?"
"That is Simeon Duval's," the cure
answered. "You see, Mr.. Lafe-"
LATE stopped short. Father Lucy,
d'vou mean to tell me you've knocked
out Simeon?"
ppm afraid so. Mr.. LATE. couldn't
Get into his soul in any other way
But Pm getting there. Next time l
shall have learned some more exer-
cises. and then"
"You closed up Ste. Marie?'
swell. for the present. yes" adj
mitted the cure. But next time"
"Shake. father" said LATE, stretch
ing ont his hand. "By George, you do
ret results after all when you start
in. But why didn't you do that be-
fore?"
.sIt was your friend, Monsieur As
kew. who put the thought into my
head" said Father .Lucien. by the
way, Mr.. LATE, l have letter from a
friend in ST. Joseph
"St. Joseph? Why, that's where
Nanette B0nnat-"