The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1925-06-20
EtT AM a good shepherd -. Jesus I
i Christ

\ Christ.
The parish .n1.aest had returned to
the parochial house at DromuIIen, at
ter a two-month's holiday at the sea-
side resort of Lisdoonvarna. He re-
turned fatter than he went, with i'm
mense red gills and crimson fakes on
his undulating cheeks. with pale blue
eyes scowling behind mountainous
barricades of darkening flesh and q
paunch that would have done credit
to a Roman emperor
He sank into the old easy chair in
his library with sumptuous groan
He was tired after the journey. He
filed the chair and overfIowed it. His
head sank into his neck as he leaned
back and the neckfesh eddied turbu-
lently over the collar of his black
coat, topping down behind in three
neat billowing waves. He felt the
elbow rests with his fat white palms
carressingly. Great chair! 1t had
borne his weight for ten years with
out creak. Great chart Great
priestI
LIS housekeeper stood timorously
IL on the other side Of the table,
with her hands clutched in front of
her black skirt, a lean sickly woman
with kind white face She had fol-
lowed him in. But she was evidently
afraid to disturb the great man so
soon after his arrival.
He sighed, grunted, groaned and
made a rumbling internal noise from
his throat to his midriff Then he
said "ha." and shifted his weight
slightly. He suddenly raised his eye
brows. His little eyes rested on the
housekeeper's twitching hands. His
eyes shot upwards to her pale face.
His mouth fell open slightly.
"ILTELL?" he grunted. in a deep
w pompous voice. Trouble
again? What is it,"
kitty Manion wants to see We
father?" whispered the housekeeper.
Foo" said the PRIEST Then he made
a noise in his mouth as if he were
chewing something soft. Then he
grunted, Il heard about her." he con-
tinued in a tone Of oppressed majesty.
Il heard about the slut" He paused.
Eyes, indeed" He paused. cough!
Show her in"
The housekeeper curtseyed and dis
appeared. The door closed without a
sound. The white handle rolled back
wards with faint squeak. In the
. library there was silence. The priest
clasped his paunch with both hands.
His paunch rose and fell as he
breathed. He kept nodding his head
at the ground. Two minutes passed
THE door opened again without a
4 sound. The housekeeper pushed
Kitty Manion into the room gently
Then the door closed again. The
white handle squeaked. There was a
tense pause. The parish priest raised
his eyes,. Kitty Manion stood in front
of him, at the other side Of the table
two PAGES within the door.
She had male child at her breast
His head emerged from the thick,
heavy cashmere shawl that enveloped
his mother. His blue eyes stared i'm
passively, contentedly. The mothers
eyes were distended and bloodshot.
Her cheeks were feverishly red. Her
shawl had fallen back onto her
shoulder like cowl, as she shifted it
from one hand to another in order
to re-arrange her child. Her great
mass of black hair was disarranged at
the poll, where it was gathered in a
ball. Her neck was long, full and
white. Her long slim figure shivered.
These shivers passed down her spine,
along her black-stockinged. tapering
calves and disappeared into her high
heeled little shoes. She looked very
beautiful and innocent, as only a