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THE AMERICAN. 3 IN THE Clutch of Rome. (COPTRICUTUI I HV "(,() :u CHAPTKIt XIII THE TtMPTKKSS KOU.Hi. Mlf Martha ifa.v.d fervently for light. Then iau- nt.-rn, t!i.. tK k her way to the fa:ni!v i arW, which was tji)Oi-ite the rtti t tion room. A tuin pHfSM'd uiiii the i ie?l t! id out coiiie forth, the grx-wfeviri-h ith iniiiiia tion and iiupatu oi' The faint turn tutu of the piano hi the cin'.ant .-1.i.1 room pit-ret il her nerves hke sharp in strument.-: lor it hruitirlit to her mind the hattd trovernes.-', who was giving Jeannie ner uiur-ic Iismiii. Atlast,Mi Martha procured a wrap and betook hers If to the ean'.ni, where the sun shone warm and i'ear.aut after a heavy winter rain. Martha, however, saw nothing of the beauty around her. The out-door air was pure; that of the hout-e was heavy and oppressive he caut-e of the presence of the priest. Miss Martha, cuming around a curve in the path, met Father St. John face to face. The priest with a Kw was hurrying on his way; but the spinster held lit) her band, and lu a voice fi-m and rasping, said: "Stop, you priest of Hual." An idea that Miss Martha had be come insane, passed through the priest's mind, but he stood still at the command. "No; I am not ll dlamite, sir," she said, intuitively reading his mind, "and It is to keep others sane, that I have stopped y J to request you cot to step ins-ide yonder house again, till my brother, Senator Maxwell, returns home " Well, really, my dear lady, as Mrs. Maxwell herself has given me no such orders, I do not see that " Again Martha raised her long arm before the face of the astonished priest. "I know all you would say, sir, so don't say it. I am not the mistress of the mansion, and have no right to In terfere with the incoming and outgoing of any one the wife of Senator Maxwell may choose to see. But you must know, sir, that'my brother gave me a sacred charge before he went to his duties abroad. cllis charge to me was," and Martha came a step nearer the priest and though she was not his equal in height, she seemed now to tower above him: " 'Martha, stand by my wife and chil dren, should any danger assail them in my absence.' "The danger has come. Time has proved that he left in his house a she wolf in sheep's clothing. Her mate has now broken into the fold and together they seek to devour the unwary lamb they are-deluding and trying to beguile into their green and flowery pastures, which are but a snare and a c elusion. For your gteen dales are artfully con cealed p!tfalls,and your banks of flowers are rank poison, and are the homes of slimy reptiles." The large black eyes of the youthful priestfell before the angry steel blue ones of the follower of Calvin. Angry In spite of himself at being so har rangued,he said, ironically: "Allow me to congratulate you, madam, on your ability to preach in each f figuratively beautiful language. And now, will you allow the wolf to pass, seeing that h6 is not bodily carry ing off the lamb; and well catamounts are not to his taste." An amused and mocking laugh rang out on the air and Dr. Wood came from behind a laurestina bush. Martha and the priest both startled turned' quickly. Father.St. John, quickly recovering himself, lifted his hat and walked rapidly away. "You dosed him well, my dear Miss, uponimyiword, you did. He got it back on you at last, though, didn't he, now? The sleek wolf draws the lineatcita' mounts, eh? Ha! ha!" Mis9 Martha glared at the doctor and said pointedly: "I wonder what we have done that the devil has turned his own loose in our abode, some boldly entering our house and others hiding in our garden." "Never mind, now, Miss; you got the best of one' imp; he will goto his master and tell,him to put a lew more roses over his .reptiles, as their tails stick out to view." "How long have you been eaves drop ping behind the bush, sir?" said Martha, frigidly. "Well,5Miss-Martha, it was this way I was coming to make a social call on you and soiing you wandering in the garden, maiden meditation fancy free like, I was going to join you, when, be fore I got-quite near enough to speak to you, I saw you and the priest meet. Then, when you raised your arm and called a halt, I at once scented battle; so as neither of you had seen me, I stepped quietly back behind the bush to see the fun. What did the devil's son want anyway?" "What all thesonsof the devil whom he has sent abroad this afternoon, want, I suppose. Anything he could find. And now as you say you came to make a call, perhaps you will come Into the house." And Miss Martha, straight and grim, In her painfully plain dress, stalked on towards the house. Mis Dillon, from window, totk cote of the couple ard smiled: ' ThoM? two old fetir.f will pair cfT some day, or I m my gut ; acid may the saints bp. d the union ."' Fth r St. John went direct to the office of the archbishop. Hi grace ushered lira into l.U inner room, and listened calmly and nodded approval now and then ma Father St John re latcd to him how he had awatfi'i.ed the conscience, of the wi luan who had so nearly tKcajH-d the church. "I think we have In li-ru true p.-nt-t Dt, your gra -e. Cod grant sfco li ny not turn back." "Aiu- n," re-pimded th-i archbisht p Ther. in the r-aiJO tircutli, "You did not tell her of the forlate we hold in tnirt for her?'' ' No," suid St. John, "I did not think the lime quite rie for that."' "Your di.-cretion is commendable. St. John. You are doini; your work well. Continue to the end without faltering and the church will reward you." "1 have yet to tell, your grace, that I encountered a lion, or more strictly shaking, a lioness in my path, as I left the residence of Mrs. Maxwell. A sis ter of the senator, who proved herself to be a ranter of the worst form. She forbid me the house till the return of her brother." And Father Fabio re peated as nearly as potsible the uncom plinientury figures of speech the hater of Catholicism had hurled at his priest ly head. "And, your grace, in spite of myself, I felt a little guilty " The arctliishop frowned darkly. "You felt guilty, you say? Guilty of whut? I) les your conscience prick you when you are doing your duty. Verily, I think you need to pluck the beam out of your own eye before you undertake to take the mote from the eye of an other." ' "I did not mean that 1 felt guilty of any great sin, your grace," said Father Fabio, humbly. "I felt that I was truly stealing into the fold when the master was away." "The church knows no master, my young follower, when in the discharge of her duty. I thought I hud trade this plain to you on a certain occasion which you can scarcely so soon have for gotten." "I have not forgotten, your grace, and I am indeed weak. Hut I pray daily for strength." The archbishop arose and the inter view was ended. Poor Father Fabio! He had yet to learn that he must strangle his scruples ere he could give them voice. When Father St. John reached his home, he found on his table a tqusire white envelope addressed to himself. He opened it and a look of impatience came over his face as he read the deli cave writir g on the thick. cream-colored, rose-scented paper. The letter sum moned him to the home of his wealthi est parishioner. Mrs. Ida Olney was rich, aecompli.-hed and very beautiful Her husband, a weakhy railrosd mag. nate, was in every resp ct a thorough man of the world. Theirs had been union purely physical, a passion begot ten in a ball-room by the commingling of slo'v, voluptuous waltz, and its life was as short as the life of the flowers which breathed their dying perfume over It. tiut their vows hud been plighted beforo the a'tar of the Lord and a high nuptial mass had made their marriage holy In his sight. Hut the months had r.ot numbered a year. when this husband and wife fomd themselves t;o Indifferent to each other for hate; so each sought to make the best of life, Interfering as little as pos' sible one with the other. Robert Olney, though baptized and confirmed In the Catholic church, was the most indifferent of memb rs. He rarely entertd a church of any descrip tion except to attend, a lunerat or a wedding. His religion was his money and the pleasures It brought him Seven years had passed away since the union of these two lives. No children had come to them, and as the years went by leaving this great void unfilled their ways grew further apart. Ida Olney was a regular attendant at church. It was part other life to glide down the aisle of the cathedral and sink on her knoes on the velvet prayer cushion. Her devotions were material and her thoughts never soared beyond what her eyes could see. But since the handsome young half Spanish priest had been appointed to the pastorate of the church of the blessed sacrament, she had generously paid for her pew in the cathedral and dedicated it to the use of strangers. And when it was known that she paid her devotions to the Lord In the distant and more humble church, no one questioned this queen of fashion whose scepter was great beauty wreathed with gold. Mrs. Olney was waiting in her bou doir for her self-appointed spiritual adviser. A fitting ante-room to Para dise, this luxurious private room of Ida Olney. The mcsaic floor was almost hidden by the skins of leopard and tiger, and prayer mats from Persia and Turkey. The walls were hung with the richest fabrics the Oriental looms could produce. The ceiling seemed like a sea of ryes, so perfect had been the art of the decorator. Tall vases of jasper and jtule, small marble statues and bronzes in various nooks, and bric-a-brac from every land; ottomans of rose-hued plush, low chairs which in vited pressure, a couch covered with cloth of g"ld, and he.-d high with cuhUi)i of silk and -ulerJon, Itowls of rtwii on tables of t-h.my and buhl, all united U make the owner uuforlable hen a- chose- to pt- lew 1: nr in It. In nn alcove swung an F.gvptian Ump w'uosts burning oil diffused an odor of rundal-wiHKl through the ruoiu. la this luxurious room, wluu wry pictures on the wall apH-a til to the sen, IdaOlm y awaited the only man who in the seven tmply )-arso' her liiiirritd l:fo had awakene.1 her pas sionate nature into iife enough to make her ignore the fact that she a wife of another. She hail fallen in love w ild me young prlct.1 In the very sain: tuary ol the Lord, and the knowledge that the fruit she longed for was so far above her reach, made the longing fiercer. Mrs. Olney was iltei.lv read in lilt ra ture which developed only certain setii-es. Fiction and history told her that priests had lieen the lovers of wo men. Why should not this one love her? Ida had at lait found a man suited i i every way to make her happy; but her darls of lire had fallen on marble. To night, rt bt fi in black velvet which molded itself to every outline of her tall slim form, which was as graceful and supple as that of a cat, with car ouncies glowing with their dee)) per petual fire on the tips of her curs and at her throat, holding together th high Mtdici collar of her gown, with her hair piled in a blue-black mass on top of her head, and held In place by a dagger of dull gold, she waited with impatience her priest visitor. The wavy fringe of hair falling over h forehead shadt d great black hungry eyes, brilliant with the reflection ol the fire within. Her mouth, molded like the mouths of the voluptuous Egyptian women, showed a vivid scarlet against the dead white of her complexion With her slim, nervous fingers, she lit a lamp nearly as tall as herself, a lamp which was a masterpiece of carving in alabaster, and representing a feast of the gods, the god of revelry himself holding high above his head the wine cup which held the burning oil. From this room all gas or electric lights were excluded. Close to tho lamp stcod a small table of onyx and gold, on which rested an ivory crucifix beside a rosary of malachite. Mrs. Olney seated her self beside this table and idly picked up the heads, each one of which repre sented a rich man's prajer; and as she passed them carelessly through her fingers, the fire from her rings min gled with the delicate green of the beads. A low knock at the door, and Ida Olney threw the ro.-ary from her and stepped quickly to the door and opened it. Father St. John stood be fore her, handsome and elegant in his dead-black clerical dress, unrelieved except by the narrow white priest's co lar which encircled his slender neck. When they were seated, Ida Oiney furtively watched the priest with her heavy lidded eyes hilf veiled, as their conversation tl.iwcd smoothly on in tones of cultivation and refinement. Ida Oiney had several times been seated thus, opposite the young priest, in the subdued light ol the room, and devoured him with gleamii g eyes half veiled by their heavy lashes, as a velvet tigress might have Ia n, half hidden in the tangle of the jungle, making amorous parley with some indifferent mate. Mrs. Olney was chairman of the com mittee of arrangements tor a fair to be held for the benefit of a convent, and this had been her excuse for sending for Father St. John to consult with him about some of the important details of the affair. Father Fabio was a priest. He had taken the vows of celibacy. He had made a vow to Heaven never to look upm wotix n as other men looked upon them. These fetters had rested upon him as light as thistle down. In his calling as priest he had mingled freely with women, but they had been to him simply the daughters if Eve, whom it was his duty to keep in the path which would lead them to the Paradise their sinful mother had lost But Father Fabio was never quite at his ease in the presence ol Mrs. Olney. He knew that this woman, with her twenty-five years and her Cleopatra-like beauty would prove a temptress that a man of any age would find difficult to resist, If he came in the slightest degree under her in fluence. Seductive as she was, and as close as their relationship had been as priest and parishioner, Father St. John had never yet felt his pulses throb or the blood run faster in his veins when brought into close contact with her. But tonight, in spite of himself, he felt a certain something stealing over his senses that he had never known before I in the presence of women. By slow de grees, Mrs. Olney had introduced the subject of love and her own unhappy life. "No; you priests cannot comprehend. xou commune with the saints, and your piritual love for women of earth Is an nihilated before it is born, is it not?" And the temptress leaned forward and looked the priest full in the face with hungry gleaming eyes. Father Fabio St. John was a priest, but he was also a man, with the hot blood of his Spanish ancestors in his veins, and this woman was beautiful and seductive enough to make St. Peter himself surrender to her the key of Heaven. And Fabio was man f lw n'y v fl ..lulled trim son. Mr. O.m-y cxhul aully noted tl i motion f the priest. It Ma the I'trd yiiiptoui of a pas-ion which she ha ft It confident eoiilj le aw akened. Sh Imd ciutc . ittia'.t-d all the guile in h nut. ire ai.d throw n it lino her t yes subdue thin n-ao fun-sworn tti her wi "I will ni'tkc hku love me: he shall I Hill e, cvt n if our l wo - nils pay th- for- d it." she had kept reH'atirg to In i n a 1 t' e day. In orv rather St. John hud tvgalm I ! co'iipO"ure cutaigh to answer ht -he hud thrown In r-e!f back In h chair with a heavy nich, s.- y I n; : .ah, no; you pii.-sts can only lei mlmly down on us from your hi e leftals, and bid us do our duty in tli n atria-. i which the church s.iys ii hi.s blessed." fno lad word o' the woman, wl, was holding out to him htcious fruit the tree of knowledge, recalled tl priest to himself. "Yes, Mrs. Olne ;(lotlntid thecliure have joined you and jour husband ei ther; mid no man, priest or layman may presume to break assumler or d lile w hat 1 1 is hands have welded Then like a phantom there arose before him the image of another woman, whose union to tho man of her choice no prle had sanctified; they, too, had defied all authority to consummate what tin church must denounce as a (letll marriage. And to this sinful couple, whom man, not (I.hI, had joined to cither, sweet children hud biten sent, iiml the passing years added to, instead of decreasing their love. And this wo man In-fore him, whom (lod had given to a man for a wife, and over whote union a high nuptial mass had been celebrated had confessed herself the most unhappy of women and as trying, he could Ignore the fact no longer, to tempt him, a priest of the holy temple to break his vows for her sake. Uxn which of these marriages did tho hie sing of God rest? Then his duty arose clear before him lie must Interest this woman in some gi oil work and make her see that he irounie was a ining ol her own per verted imagination. So he said: "Mrs, Olney, did you ever look around you and see the real misery there is in the world? Trust me, you will find balm for your own suffering in relieving the pain of others." A baltful, baffled light flashed from Mrs. Olney's eyes. "I always give liberally to the church, your reference, and to th pior fund, to the heathen fur.d, and all the rest of its charities. And I am now giving my money ard my time to make this coming fair a financial success for the benefit of toe convent." And her bitter tone grew more bitter as she added: ' But I shall never go into the slums of i he city and pla :e myself in actual contact with en uteres repulsive with dirt and disease to find haiuiiiiess Have you any o her source of swee comfort to offer me. inv spiritual ad vlser?" And IdaOnlev arose and made mocking courtesy before tho priest: then turned and wulked to the extreme end of the room, the long train of her dress winding in aid out among the furniture like the tail of u serjient, to the alcove where tho Egyptian lamp swung languidly to and fro Tho lamp was smoking so she turned it low, Father St. John had slowly followed the .angry, restless woman, thinking earnestly. He must not leave her in th s rebellious frameof mind. She was after all, a gotd church woman. If she refused to work among the slcms, he would find work for her in the upper tendom. As Ida Olney turned from the lamp. she found the priest standing beside her. Pale and languid now she leaned on the ba:k of a chair. The priest, grave and stern, stood opposite her "My daughter, as your priest. I com mand you to cast from you the evil spirit which has taken possi ssion of you tonight, and to listen to me, while talk to you for your good." rri. ... , , , .... men, Keeping oacK all mat was sacred to the church, her told he of the effort he was making lo bring again into tho arms of the church the mis guided tut pure wife of Senator Max well, and related with reservations his interview with her in the afternoon He besought her to help him in his great work, to strengthen and aid this erring woman; suggested that 6he get Mrs. Maxwell interested in the coming fair. To give Mrs. Olney time to think over his words, he turnei to examine some curious heavy scented flowers which filled a bowl on a table near him. Mrs. Olney was acquainted with the wife of Senator Maxwell. She knew her to be one of the purest of women, with an idolatrous 1 ive for her hand some, distinguished husband. She had seen her informally in her home, sur rounded by her lovely children; and ceu sue, wuuse imagination was ol a kind to give birth to any evil suspicion, could think no evil of the priest's inter est of this fair pure woman. Then her woman's pi ide asserted itself and the polite subterfuge of the lar.gunge of the world passed her lips. "Yes, Father St. John, I will help you in this, so far as it lies in my K)wer." Tho priest turned from the flower and thanked her, saying: "You will no saint, hut a mortal six years. Ilia pale fat profit her much and yourself niorn by on dolii!; " TluMi, bending over the f! wer, he said: ' Th-"' It iw. ra arc cry curious, hiuI a'i entirely unknown Ui me " Id O'ncy moved a'owly to th t table. "Yes," she raid, "a friend st lit llieni to me today. T'iciv are none like them In the city, I Udleve, cxex pt Ihtrmi In bis conservatory. They are of the Dion, a sni-ie. They feed on Ii h -cI Tin !r s ifiiin Intoxl ales them and llicy and the Ituwer closes over them. A happy death. tnfier all, and the in loxiration which lead to it, U x rhaps Worth nil eternity of cold, scentless life " Tho prlt st looked from the It.iwers to the dark, beaut, ful woman U-fore him II-r hungry glcamim; eyra were fixed upon his own and he wassM- ioiind. A young r-1-.l.-r of Mrs. t)ln- y's was en tcrLtinlng company of her own, in mils taut room, and the tones of a mandolin played by some master -hand, came Healing to them. The lUep Oriental embroideries of the drawn curtain of the alcove fell against Ida Olney as she stood motionless looking at him. The Egyptian lamp, Its s rfutmtl oil nearly exhausted now, swung dim ami languid The soft low music still floated around them. The distant light which the god of revelry held in his hand, filled the room with a soft ro-y glow. The atmosphere was heavy and lang uorous with the combined tdors of the murderous flowers and sandal wood and altar of roses. All moral obligations die in sucli a combination of voluptuous ness; but the rank, murderous flowers of passion thrive in It. Father St. John, Intoxicated like the Insect, felt himself drawing nearer and neuter yet to those gleaming eyes and to that trembling sjarlet mouth. He opened his arms, and clasped them tightly over a slim, lithe form which sprung into them. 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