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IN THE Clutch of Rome. ICOFVHUiHT. t.l BY "UONA1.KS " CIIAl'TKU XI Continued. HETWKKN 11USHANU AND WIFE The troubled priest tank la k in h chair with his face buried in hi hiuid and a flood of pious memories of his motm-ru aim cis own i;;.- tame over hitn. His grace rerutmd lis stall lore me wniing d sir. ana hi; words foil like cold, cutting hail after a thunder-storm. '"St. John, you are too great a criminal to be tried in my court. True, I might take you freu: your prit stly ofliif, ard with the flanilng sword of my authority drive you forth from your church as did the angel of the Lord drive from Paradise the tirt-t great rebels. Ob, why did you study for and take ujion yourself your priestly vows to love and cherish, abote all other consideration?, the holy mother church, to live for her and her only, to work for her while your life last.-; if needs bo, to die for her; to do what, to the eyes of the unitiated might appear as evil, for her good and welfare? Surely, these duties and falre scruples of yours did not spring Into in Btantaneous life." "Most revereud sir," said Fabio, with face still bowed, "they were begotten and born in your red reception room upstairs. Yourself and Fathe r Fairfax are responsible for their troublesome existence. But believe me, I will, if in my power, and with the help of the virgin (crossing himself) and all the Heavenly powers, strangle thein in their infancy." Archbishop O'Conor regarded the sorrowful attitude of the youthful priest before him, and his eyes lost a shade of their metallic luster. Perhaps the ghosts of long-silenced doubts that had lived in his own sympathetic and ardent youth appeared to him the spring-time of his religious faith, when he, too, as the young priest before him, could still hold the church, with her temples of stone, her jewels, marble altars, gorgeous robes, vessels of gold and silver-plate, waxen candles, and all the pomp of worship, separate from his God. Vaguely the ecclesiastic remembered his earlier and purer love for this in satiate, voluptuous Hydra. Verily, the centuries have given birth to a third daughter of the horse leach, and she ever cries, "Give, give." But the prelate had grown to love this luxurious rival of the Master. He arose from his scat resolved to push this wavering atom into the mass". Feeling satistiid that in time it would merge into and become one with the grand and brilliant whole. "Forgive me, my dear young friend, if in my zeal and loyalty to the cause, I have spoken harshly. Go to your home. Unlock the temple of the Lord which His augubt 'command has given unto you to keep holy. Kneel before the sacred altar and throw open to Him the dark recesses of your h art. Bd as sured, that He will find the darkness with His holy light and all the wretched monsters who live and revel in that darkness, will 11 e." And he held out his firm white band. Fabio took the offered hand, over which the velvet glove had again been drawn, but there was no waim, forgiving clasp; simply the deferential, faint pressure due his superior and Jhost on taking his de parturej from his house. Then, with a coldly polite "good-night, jour grace," Father , Fabio went out into the night. The archbishop increased the light of the reading lamp and passed in re view the book-lined sides of the lonp room, in .search of some botk to read away the hours till he had a mind to sleep, c He glanced listlessly over the labored works of theologians and rows of sober brown volumes whose enfolded pages discoursed cold, scientific sub jects. Books of travel and biography met with noJTgreater favor. At last he paused before a case of folios, whose rich red and gold exteriors, like the heavy-lidded eyes and scarlet lips of a woman of pleasure, cave promise of yielding a fascinating, unprofitable and too often cloying sweetness. His grace selected a;Volume of Anacreon poetry and tossed the breviary aside to give it place on the table. Then, unlocking a cabinet, he took from one of its com partments a bottle and a glass. Filling the glass with a portion of the amber hued fluid which the bottle held, he carried it carefully to the table and placed it beside the book. The sound of distant foot-steps broke the silence. He hastened to the cabinet, re-locked it, and stepped quickly to the closed door to listen. The foot-steps died away. Thank Heaven he was not disturbed the priests attached to the cathedral opposite were going to their rooms. Throwing himself at full length upon the couch, and with his senses luLer. into accord with the voluptuous theme of the poet by occasional slow sips of the fragrant wine the one thing made by man which old time has made a favored darling of ArcabishopO'Conor read away the early hours of the night, and Father St. John, the young son of the church who would ask troublesome questions, walked rapidly to his home, and exchanged his street attire for a to black rot', unlocked a mmall door la the rt nr of the t'luirch: entering, he f-l' in J the dr McMvly and lit a Uj er on ti e aHarofMary. Prostrat ing hin.H-H on tht cold, dished flour, he prayed in anguish of heart, even a t!ie Son of the real Mary prayed, when Hj aked: "If MclMt, let this cup pass ftom roe." Man cnm'd the church, clothed her in sarlet and j'eis, and exalted her aliove all things Her prioti are sworn to sacrifice life, and what the uniting would in their blind ne- deem a sar rice of honor, if need 1 and she de mamleJ it. Father FaMo inu-t drink of the cup. The midnight i-liUiiess the church i broken by the heavy gapping sobs of mental anguish from the blaek-roK d hure pros; rate In-fore the altar i f Mary. For one hour, Fabio St. John prayed to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Gh.i and the virgin and all the saints give him spiritual strength to do the right; prayed that the bright sun of faith might burst through the clouds of doubt that hung over him. At length he arose, crossed hiinsel! and knelt a few minutes before the high altar, the sacred altar where ho had celebrated the sacrifice of the mass. and in his religious ecstasy, had been unconscious of his material body, and had communed in spirit with the saints in glory. Tonight, as he prayed, something c this feeling had come to bim, and he felt the presence of the "Lord in His Holy Temple;" yes, thechurch was the stronghold of the Lord, the fold where the sheep of the Master were to bt tended and fed till He demanded them And should he, a trusted shepherd, throw down the crook and say: I will not reclaim this sheep who has strayed from the fold, because she has found rest in a beautiful valley, ar.d the wolf may not disturb her at night fall. And in my endeavor to bring her back, I shall surely tear her delicate fleece and perhaps wound her tender body. No; he had pledged himself t shepherd of the Lord, and when He de mauded of him His flock, he would have no idle excuse to offer for not bringirg back the straying one. Torn fleece will grow again and bruised flesh will heal. But he who litres in a fool's paradise, will die in a wise man's hell Thus soliloquized Father Fabio in the temple of the Lord. Firmly resolved to do his avowed, priestly duty, he ex linguished the tapers and left the church. CHAPTER XII. WEAVING THE NET. Miss Dillon had recovered her health, and apparently her sickness, and the priest's visit had left no imprint on two of the family; however, the episode had left a secret mark. Visions ef a golden rose plucked by tbe papal hand from the luxuriant gar den of the church, and bestowed upon her with his blessing for services done his great cae, filled the sleeping ani waking hours of Mis Dillon. No poetever wore his wreath of laurel with such pride as a Roman Catholic this golden papal flower. Thus, for the one tho priest had left the promise of the bioomiDg of a flower of imperish able beauty, while into the very mouth of the other, he had thrust a sprig of worm-wood. But the rose and the worm-wocd both grew in the garden of thechurch. Several weeks bad gone by since the visit of the priest to the home of Senator Maxwell. The senator had made a flying visit to his home at Christmas time and had observed noth ing unusual in the manner of his wife, whose first impulse had been to tell her husband of the visit of the priest, atd the occasion of it, and all that visit had been to her. But intuition told her that her husband, not recognizing the perogative eif priests, would chide her for confidirg to astranger the detailsof their troubled courtship, and her hus band's visit was short and sweet, and she hesitated to say that which she knew would embitter it. Martha had noticed a certain change in her sister-in-law, but attributing it to her condition, had passed it by, as a matter of course. Father St. John sworn to do his duty, waited a space of time; then, one after noon, called at the Maxwell mansion, ostensibly to see Miss Dillon. On his way through the grounds, he met Miss Martha and her niece, who were going out for exercise and pleasure. The young priest touched his hat to Martha, who bowed stiffly in return. But the child, who had often met Father Fabio when out with her governess, ran to htm and extended her hand. The priest exchanged a few words of pleasantry wita the little girl, as he held her dainty little gloved fingors.and as the child hurried after her aunt, he turned and Icoked after her and thought: "It were indeed a work well done, if I can train this bright young creature in the true faith." Yes: he now felt the end would justify the means. The lovely mother and her children muit be brought within the pale of the church. Misj Dillon had seen the approach of the priest from a window, so opened the door with her O'.vd hand ere be could ring for ad mittance. She ushered him into a little ante-room and altera few minutes of conversation, she left the room and glided swiftly up the stair-case to the rooms of her employer, knocking at the door. It was opened by the maid whom he had disturbed In the act of brushing her tiiiitrvfi." hair, and who titoitd be fore the ha fnin door, hairbrush I hand, with a stony look ii-n her faro, for Miss Dillon was dUl:k.d by all of the servant of Mrn. Maxwell' hfu-MV hold, partly on principle, she Ix-Ing in p sition f goierneiMt and cmpaiiion neither lady nor rervaut. Mirs Dillon emi'ed sweetly and glided through the half ih 11 d tor with the undulating notion of a ma.-, and with nn ap.dogv for li- r untimely intrusion, stt oj Mm in r uiiMiNpe cling victim, who sat en v lo d in heavy mursc of her hair. in a very iimllerot-Iacl lone, she In formed Mrs Maxwell that Fth l al io. payirg a visit to herself to learn if she had entirely recovered he health and spirit, had mentioned that ne rail very recently received news from Sp,iin. "It did not wait to learn what its nature might tv' she added sniilinirlv, "fending certain, my dear Mrs Maxill, that you would lilo te sex; Father St. John yemrself, and hear from your dear romantic home by weird ol mouth.'' Mrs. Maxwell llushe-d hotly and a n fusal to see the priest on any pretext rose to her lips. Mh Dillon mov -d a step ne'arer, and fastened her yellow eyes on the fuco of her mistress, and in alow seift voice said: ''Let me fasten your hair, Scnora." (Miss Dillon knew very lttth Spanish and used that little to ad vantngo sometimes.) "I am glad eif a chanee to handle it," and her white fingers, with light, mesmeric touch, ar ranged the masses of hair into a coil; and keeping one hand en Mrs Max well's forehead, she reached with the ethcr to the dressing-table1, and selected high carve d comb. As she fastened it in its place, she said, still in a low, purring tone: Ah, Seneira mia, this head as in deed intended to wear the graceful mantilla. By the way, how deeply the Spanish mother of St. John Instilled in his mind a love for Spain." Then to the maid: "Anna, I will no longer usury your rights. So dress your mis tress as quickly as you can." Like a stone imago stood Anna. Ig noring the governess. Mrs Maxwell arose and said: "Bring me my house dress, Anna, and Dora, please tell Father St. John I will see him at once." When the door clewed alter the gov erness, Mrs. Maxwell stood in reflective silence, while her maid assisted her to change her attire. She did not want to see this priest again. Her native land had not been so kind to her that she should greatly wish to bear of it,or of these with whom it was connected. Indeed, her sweetest memories of Gra nada were the hours she had passed there with her lover, who was now her hushand. And joyfully had she left that land of poetry and passion, of which today she was about to hear. Then, why should she tee this priest? What was the something which was stealing over her hitherto cloudless domestic life? Why did that black- ye-d priest who had spoken to her words of awful Import, haunt hei? Whose imae was before her, and whose words wore burning in her brain, as her maid brushed her hair? And lo! the evil spirit had materialized and she- was going direct to his hateful pres ence. This hair Spani.-h prie-st had made the first rift in the lute. The sweet music of her domestic life had a horrid discord to it. Would it become more and more discordent and then for ever mute? She shuddered; supersti tions inborn in generations upon gen era'.ions, may lie dormant, quiescent, many lives, if happily they never come in contact with some congenial element and are revived into intense life; so what wonder this young, finely- organized and sensitive lady who had been born and reared it the faith, should feel its presence awakening within her, by the subtile medicines ad ministered by thoe pledged to keep alivo and to revivify the germs of the belief they made their life study. Mrs. Maxwell resolved to see this priest, and tell him plainly that she would abide the consequences of her own acts, strong in the support of her husband. After Mrs. Maxwell had left the room, Anna sat down with her mis tress's cast off dress on her lap, and ex claimed: "There's somebody rotten in the state of Denmark, and it's my opin ion it"s Miss Dillon." A quick knock at the door interrupted her soliloquy, and before she was fairly on her feet, Miss Martha entered the room. was sure I heard but you seem to be "Well, Anna, I some one talking, alone." "Yes, Miss; but I always have my thoughts and I sometimes talk aloud to them." "H'm!" said Miss Martha, a little se verely. "I am inclined to think your practice is a good one. Gives you a better idea of their propriety. But where is Mrs. Maxwell?'1 "In the reception room, ma'am, with a Catholic priest, which I suppose is her affair, not mine." "You never said a truer word, Anna." Tueu, as her dislike of Koman priests was greater than her dislike of gossip ing with servants, she said: "Do you happen to know, Anna, if the priest came to see your mistress, or the governess?" j "Well, ma'am, tnex you ak me, I will nay V my opinion that In-rame Uis.eMrs M.iKwi-11 over Ml- !Mil.n' shoulder. You may be sure a Catholic priest neve r colm into a luniw- I ke this without an object. If the gove rn ss had K-en bin ei'-ject, he would not hive l,'et,e. iitt y.u n almut ha intr news from Spy in, to en'leo Mrs. Max well to we hint. It' ii.i us-, Mb Martha, it's em my mind, ami I naist emt wilh It. I t h i'iiihI iiimih Ikhii with y.iur sinter In-law in the privacy if h--r e-'uatuher, land I her w hen It i noi in- uiul lor lie-r tei ki-e-p up apjx-nr noes, and I know thnt -e- since that yellow eyed cat eif a gowrin -s was sie-k that day end Father what ilo-voti-call- liim got Into the hoeso and had sieech wiiu Mrs. Aiaxwi-n, s!ie l as i-vn a 'lumped vwmimii. It's my humble- oiiin- ion that it was a put-up job, Mis, tm, a thiiu's is turnlni; out. 'I verily In-lit-vo it was,"sald Martha, ai she sank lu a emir. This plain sikcn, humbleMlring woman, though sue was, uau e-oniiinieu siei'lcloiis which had been troubling her own mind ever sini-e- she had encountered biic iiru-M on ihh ii i i. visiiatleni. hiis ideions which had caused her to fore go her walk and hasten back to the house). i n t.ne saiu u) mo maiei: ".-Mina, yem are aware- of tho condition eil your nils tress. Her low spirits at times aro hut natural; and after all, you know her tit lief is tho same as Miss Dillon's.' Miss Martha, excuse mo, but I have' been maid to your sister in law through two trials, and if anything, she Is more serene and happy at those time;. As to her being eil Miss Dillon's pcrsuaion, I never gave it theiught, by any outward ign she gave. If she had any of It in her, you may bo sure it was all but dead tilt that fe-male Jesuit got Intel tho house. And what's more, I happened Intel the nursery tho other day, and there sat Miss Jeanniu telling her pray ers on a string of beads." Miss Martha arose freim her chair with horreir depicted on her face. "I thought tho nurso was a Protes tant, Anna." 'Si is she, ma'am; least way she is not a R man, But Jcannio, you know, is under tho direct management of the governess, and tho nurse being young and rather flighty, pHys little attention to such tilings us that. I simply told er that Idiots acted like that and passed on about my business. " Then Miss Martha, standing tall and severe, said in impressive tones: "Anna, I hate tho principle of out siders concerning themselves with the private affairs of families with whom they may bo sojourning. Still, In this case, 1 hid that the Lord will ho with us. My brother's wife must not be caught in the toils of the se-arlet wo au. xou, Anna, as you love yeiur mistress, must help mo to ke'ep the ast from devouring her and her in nex-ent children." And Miss Martha extendi d her hand toward tin; girl who clasped it with t-rvor. Thus, these two women, hon at in purpose, and pure in he-art, and as bigoted in their r.on L;aicoiioism as ino uainoucs mey so hated, who, like all bigots could see no atom en good in a crceid they were prejudiced against, made this sole-mn compact to circumvent, with tho Lord's help, wheun they firmly believed know not a papist the enemy each saw in vading the home each in her particular sphere called for a time her own. With a gloomy brow, Miss Martha went to her own room to meditate and pray, and her humble ally proceeded to arrange her mistress's belongings. St. John, left alone in the large room with its magnificent appointments, sank wearily into the nearest chair, and his thoughts grew bitter. "Why am I se lected from all the army of priests who would be more than glad to perfor n this service for the church?" Aftera while hearose for the purjiose ofcalmirg his rebellions thoughts and walked to where a large oil painting representing an oriental feast of flowers, hung. He was listlessly gazing at its varied features, whe n a l'ght rustle near him, made him start. Mrs. Maxwell stood before him pale and calm, with extended hand He- took tho offered hand, bowed politely over it, and inquired after her health. I am in my usual state of health, Father St. John, mentally and physically." And, gracefully seating herself, she, with a gesture, invited the priest to also be seated Father St. John was not deceived. The slight emphasis she had placed on the word "mentally," to gether with the de fiant look in her eyes, told him that the germ he had planted had developed into active life. But he gave n: sign. He artfully enimmeneed his conversation on the current topics eif the day. Insensibly, his at first cold listener grew interested, and drawu out e-onfe-MM-d h. r firm In hi K !ief that hl 'i.!utVn of tl dy ing abb . wh mid In the- sight of G,sl. The- -In of the- Hh- ra iiiipaidniiiib!- urtil l"ie evil should In in a tueH-iim- era.llcMU d Father St. ,l..ir had ,H-mclti LU half forced it al to del LUelu'y to the can.-, i h i t hi d ove-rwl e'mlng in LU ar'u- ii. cuts. Mr,. Maxwell, paie-un.l t arful i . i . i i in e-oini uiimi lor iier sin - -iiinil ing tUi k and hldooin mw Ik-'oii- 1,,-r Un sought LU iiiU-rivlon to the iuumI M,.t High fur her f.irgli-nesit. "And, edi Fallu-r, interce.!.- 'or th unha py spirit of the Ii1k-s. It ( n, s if my i iirel, Words of auger to her that night in the e-oiivent garden were a fatal propliivy, ami I w.-n- d. Mined to U- tin- cans-- id Lcr undoing." The priest rnUed the we-e-plu wo man, placid her In a chair and -UkmI b. f-'ie- her. "My eh-ar daughter," he saiei in iow, eariK M toi;-: "Ke ineluU-r, the gaU s of Paradise opened to tho outcast Peri j whe-n she brought to the ange-l at the gate the tear of a reK-itaut sinner. Oh, Senora tjuerida, come back IsMly and soul into tho blessed sanctuary, and bring with you to their ete rnal salva- tlan tho Innocent little, one the great Falhe-r Lno given unto you. Aid your b, lov.-d hu-Uti.il, S--nora, husband aluo, only In the eye of th world" (Father St. John's voice falU red at th-s Kurds), "surely h- will conce-iil to Lave your plighted nms sai i tltb-J in the sicht of lb awn." Mrs. Mrfuwill are si.- from her e hair, marble-w Liu: "Oh, Pallor I'aleo. tli-i wiil lw tho hardest trial of all. My hiirleiml wi ii. ver con cnl hi hav- mir marriage, which Is I. gai and he-noral-h- among men, ri ni wed by u innrriai! servlco re-ad over us by h priest of any faith, i crtiiinly not by on-; irf ours." "My daughter, In'st in, ; the Iird will give- you grace to oe i-miim- this dillieulty. Goini! lie xt Thursday to tho eiuifi sr-loiial. Tin-re lav bare tour In most soul to God. 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