American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1920-06-05

Are you going to write to the bish-
OPT" asked the cure.
"No. 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
audible to the intensely Interested
spectators.
"when are you going to close down,
Simeen?" 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 abject that the
| cure had not the heart to continue his
punishment. He looked about him. A
snglestick describes a circle having a |
rndius of several feet. Exercise 2
cleared the counter In jiffy. leaving
wreck of reeking spirits and broken
glass.
When the cure turned upon the en-
thusiastic, shouting throng, the grins
died of their faces.
sect out Of here. my children" he
shouted. And, twirhng his singlestick
with indescribable velocity, he brought
II down on one head after another,
much as one might strike row OF
fence posts. The terrible implement
seemed to fly In all directions ut 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 Mini" moaned Sim
con from the floor.
Father Lucien came back and stood
over him. twlrling his singlestick
meditatively. At last he laid II 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
2 you say your Act Of Contrition, II you
haven't forgotten IT,"
"Wait a minute" pleaded Simeon.
!. "Are you going to see my brother
. Louis afterwardY''
|. "I've seen him." answered the cure.
o "And Jean Pouliot, and Albert
4 Drouin, and George Moisan, and"
: "Tm going to-" replied the cure
grimly. So Simeon, with new ex
n preston Of qualification, came back
I. into the church.
When, fifteen minutes later. Fathel
q Lucien emerged from the shanty, Ste
II Marie was an extraordinary sight
Every drlnk.shop had locked up. thei
n owners had fed, and the streets wer
!. packed with crowds which, at the sign
n Of the priest, set up yell Of delight
a The women pressed about him. sol
n bling their gratitude. II was with dif
4 ficulty that he could make his wa
q. through the feminine bodyguard tina
~ accompanied him along his way. an
n after he had persuaded them to &
70 home the distant cheering still rang !
il his ears.
Is II shall come back every week." wa
Father Lucien's last promise To ST.
"a Marie. 81 shall break the head O
every man who has brandy In hl
house."
God bless you. father" came bac
from a hundred threats.
And, being at last satisfied that ST.
Marie was closed ms tightly as II wa
4 ever likely to be. Father LucIen too
|, the homeward road to st. Bonifac
again.
! lie went through tho limits instea
\ OF along the shore, and was nearln
I the village when he encountered Laf'
. "Hello, Father Lucy! Where d
Il you come frOm?" asked the latter.
a "Tve Just been paying IA pastors
= visit to Ste. Marie" said the cure d.
murely.
Lafe stared at him. "what d'yo
call that?" he demanded.
THAT Is n singlestick." said r,
= Their LucIen. at is a good exercise
for old men like you and me, Lafe."
h "Sort Of light double club" sal
Lafe. "What's that hair on the EN-
! father3 Say, that looks like bloo'
: don't lit"
= .That is Simeon Duvai's," the cuI
answered. "You see. Mr.. Lafe--"
LATE stopped short. "Father Luc
dyou mean to tell me you've knocke
to out simeonT"
'Tm afraid so. Mr.. Lafe. ] couldn
get into his soul In any other wa
TO But Tn getting there. Next time
shall have learned some more exc
n.y. cises, and then"
eb- ''You closed up Ste. Marie"
wn swell. for the present, yes" a
ne mitted the cure. 'But next time"
"Shake, father" said Lafe, stretc
ed ing out his hand. "By George, you
get results after all when you sta
of In. But why didn't you do that b
Or fore?"
dy ut was your friend, Monsieur A
his kew. who put the thought Into n
ms head" said Father Lucien. by q
lie way. Mr.. LATE, have letter from
rie. friend In st. Joseph"
H." "St. Joseph Why, that's whe
to Nanette Bonnat--"
In Precisely And she has told even