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Clutch of Rome.
BY GONAI. S."
CHAPTER XIII Continued.
THK TEMlTltSSS FOILKIV
Suddenly, be became conwinua that
the floor wa surging and swaying under
bin feet. And he half fell with Ida
Olm y still cla.-ed in his arms on to a
divan. The siiken wall teemed be be
closing in on them. The Egyptian
lamp swung violently to and fro. A
low rumbling noise fell um their ears.
A marble cupid came tumbling down
from a bracket and birui k Ida O'.nev.
who was pale and vivid with fright, on
the shoulders. She stai U d up mutter
ing: "For Gad's sake, let us go to the
Hut, before she could reach the door
and succeed in oecing it, the earth
quake had sent its force. In the con
fusion and bubble of tongues which fol
lowed, Father St. John inide his adieus
and escaped from the hout-e. The
heaviest ciirthiuiikc that had visited
San Franebco for several years had
saved him from utter ruin, lie pulled
his bat low over his eyes and hurried
to his own home. A revulsion of feel
ing had come to him, and he was filled
with loathing for himself aud for the
woman whom the earthquake had
Bnatched from his grasp. He passed a
painted harlot standing under the blaze
of a street lamp. She said something
to him as he hurried by. In those
gleaming eyes and blackened brows
and red-bedaubed mouth, he seemed to
see a hideous likeness of Ida Olney.
Arriving at his home, he found Mrs.
Glbbs waiting up for him by the fire.
A longing came over him, man thougn
ho was, and priest to whom had been
entrusted the eternal salvation of souls,
to kneel at the feet of the comfortable
and motherly woman, and sob out his
trouble with his head on her lap as he
had often poured out to her the troubles
of his childhood. The good woman
looked at him as he entered the room
and uttered an exclamation at his pale
lace and heavy eyes, under which black
circles had formed. Her first thought
was of some calamity of the earthquake.
"Are you hurt, Fabio?"
"Am I hurt, No," he answered wear
ily, "why do you ask me?" And he
took a low chair by her side.
"Oh, you look dreadful bad, and the
earthquake, you know, was quite se
vere. I thought perhaps something
had befallen you in It."
"Harm befallen me in the earth
quake! I shall offer up prayers to
night and bless it."
Mrs. Gibbs looked steadily at her
nursling a moment, then got up and put
her hand on his head. It was burning
"Fabio St. John, there is something
the matter with you. You are as white
as wax aud your flesh is burning hot.
Go to your room at once and take off
your shoes. I am going to give you a
hot foot-bath and a glass of hot lemon
ade." St. John caught the skirt of her dres
as she started to leave the room.
"Listen to me a moment, Mother
Kate, I am not sick in body, but in
mind. Your medicine would be useless.
I want meditation and prayer. I have
been called tonight to witness th re
suit of wrong doing atd evil thinking.
I am grieved that there is so much sin
in the world' and I have not the power
to wipe it out. I thank God for tie
earthquake, because when Ho caused
the earth to tremble, it must warn His
sinful creatures that He can bo as ter
rible in His wrath, as He can be mu
nificieutj in His goodness. Are you
' satisfied now, Mother Kate, that the
medicine I'want is not for the body, but
something to strengthen my spiritual
faith to enable me the better to conquer
sin?" and Father Fabio stood up and
put his slim, white hands on Mother
Kate's broad shoulders.
"Don't be making yourself sick, dar
ling, over the misdeeds of others; sure
you do your duty as priest if ever human
did; and it's puffed up with pride, I am,
when I see you standing before the
holy altar, so pure and good, and I re
member that I helped to bring you up
to it," and a tear came into her earnest,
Poor Fabio winced. The praise his
old nurse had given him tonight
(though site never dreamed it, good
soul) reminded him of the bitter pills
she had swathed in syrup and beguiled
him into taking, in his infancy. He
took his hands from her shoulders, and
"Pray for me still, Mother Kate;
even as you prayed for me when I was
a child, for I am a weak sinful mortal
like all the rest."
Mrs. Gibbs shook her head incredu
lously, but bade her one-time charge
good night, with a hope that the saints
would send him 6weel sleep. This
young priest whom she believed the
saints had elected to glory Iron his
earliest infancy could do no wrong.
Prayer for him, from such as sho,
would be a presumption against the
Father St. John went to the coldness
and privacy of his sleeping room. It
was characteristic of the man that
while he, in a measure, censured the
wnmnn, who had bidden him eat of the
fair, forbidden fruit, that hi sense of
deepest di'ust wa for his own weak
ness. No moral rviupiing of hi own
conscience, no tviut-icbraiuv of his
prietly vows, no thought of an out
raged God. had prevented him from
conimiiting a dark crime. Miserable
exounder of truth was he, who had
proved himself unable to withstand the
gret temptation. He fell prostrate
before a large, iron crucifix; but no
audible words of prayer fell from his
lips or even formed in his mind, lie
felt his humiliation too deep for words.
The Lord Jesus, who was more prone 'o
forgive than to punish, could we the
agony of his soul.
If Father St John had leen a cloist
ered monk, his was the nature to have
inflicted the most U rrible tortures ;n
his body to kill the evil in the mind.
For nearly an hour, ho lay on the tl.mr
before the image of the bieid ng
Saviour, in the coldness and silence of
the night; and then a sense of thai
p aee which passeth all undeisUrding.
came over him, and ho raised himself
to his knei s. Surely, the IjtiI had for
given him as He forgave the lhii foil
the cro.-s beside Him, Bt the eleventh
hour. The light from the gas jet Il
luminated the face of the Chrbt, which
seemed to tear ujion it a smile of pa
tient forgiveness. The young priest
arose from his devotions, calm, but
filled with an ineffable sadness. Alas!
lie knew that never again would ho be
quite the same. The tusto of that for
bidden fruit would linger forever on his
lips, and the fierce heat from the fire of
passion hud left scars that time could
Very different were the feelings of
Ida Olney that night when quiet had
been restored in her household, and she
was in the privacy of her sleeping
room. Half undressed, sho sat before
the fire living over again iu keen imag
ination, the bliss of the moments before
that horrid and untimely shaking up of
the earth. Father St. John had blessed
the earthquake; Ida Olnty, when her
fright had passed away, had cursed it;
but the evening had been a triumph.
She never for an instant doubted, that
the victory over the priest was com
plete. His caresses had all the warmth
of the conqueror instead of the con
quered. In the midst of her voluptuous retro
spection, her husband entered the
room. She greeted him with a smile
instead of the usual frown, and pleasant
words, instead of covert sneers, passed
between this ill-assorted pair, as they
prepared to retire. Ida Olney, for one
night at least, was quietly at peace
with herself, her husband, and the
WITH GLEAMING EYES AND SCARLET
Ida Olney waited in impatient ecs
tacy, in her odorous room in the sub
dued rose light for her lover, as she
now thought him, for two consecutive
nights. Then her confidence gave
place to doubt. Then she sent a note
to the priest asking hicn for a visit.
Father St. John answered her note by
a letter. Mrs. Oincy grew palo as the
paper on which it was written, as she
read. For some moments she sat in
dazed despair looking at the death
warrant of her hopes. Then she care
fully read between the lines, in the
hope of finding some covert but untx
presscd desire, that she would again
bring him, in spite of himself, under
the magic of hei beaJty. Her reading
was in vain. A baleful light came into
her eyej and the angry scarlet in her
cheeks. There was absolutely nothing
in the' letter that would compromise
her. With great delicacy the priest
had worded his letter. It ran thus:
My Deak Daughter: I, your priest,
do most humbly beg your pardon for
my dire misconduct when last in your
presence. 1 forgot my obligation to my
God, an i to you, my faithful parishioner.
That moment of madness has revealed
to me that I am the weakest of mortals,
though I carry, as it were, the burning
torch which lights others to pUees of
"That night when you dismissed me
from your home, I prayed long to the
Heavenly Host to root out the evil in
me. I think the blessed virgin inter
ceded for me and I am forgiven, for
most truly do I repent. Will not you
"I have given myself a penance
which, believe me, will not be light.
Never again will I see you, except in
the presence of others. Never again
will I enter your home, unless, bidden
there by the urgencies of extreme sick
ness or death. As a priest, I command
you to make your sacred confessional to
another. I tell you positively that I
feel myself unworthy, under the cir
cumstances, to listen to, and absolve
you from any of your light offences. I
shall cherish your forgiveness in my
heart and you kno.v it is a duty to
forgive but nothicg can change my
determination to punish myself by in
structing your spiritual guidance to
some one more worthy than I to guide.
Yours most humbly,
Fahio St. John "
Well Mrs. Olney remeinhered the
few words she had used that had
brought her this letter instead of the
priest. No one could injure her by
reading them. Even in her !ovo-sick
longing for the priest's love, caution
was on the alert.
"You fonlUh priest," h mun.il, "I'll
ruin you with jour atictitled self ab
negating let Ut, whose lone, all things
considered, is a vlltf Iiisu!t to mo," and
Ida Olney p;otd the letter in the
Itosom of her gown and resolved In her
min. 1 how she should proc-ed to ruin,
Irreti -lovably, the man who had scorned
her love, sho would p that evening
U the ii'-eh bishop. L'ko Potiphar's
wife, the would show the garment this
Saint Joseph had left lu her hcid.
Then, in the midst of these drem of
revenge, a vision of the young, bund
some priest came to her and she lived
over again those voluptuous moments,
so rudely interrupted. Then, lu a
frenzy of desire, she exclaimed aloud:
"I cannot give him up. I w ill make
one mora apieal. Here I am with
U auty and youth and great wealth of
my own, and it won't bring me the
thing 1 most desire on earth; the love
o' this otic man."
She glanced at the cioek. It was the
noon hour. Father St. John would be
at home. She hurriedly wrote the fol
low ii g win ds:
"Come to me before I sleep, Father,
for I am sorely in need of your counsel.
It is your duty to visit those who u-k
Then slit.' dispatched a servant with
it to St. John's residence with instruc
tions to wait for an answer. An anry
flush dyed the young priest's f,tee as he
read this second message of Ida Olney 's.
Truly this woman was lost to all deli
cacy. Some harsh measure must be
employed to recall her to herself. So,
Iu his disgust and anger, he wrote:
"You must find a balm of your own
for your troubles. I cannot help you.
I will confess your imago haunts mo; so
does that of another. When 1 left you,
that now hated night, I saw a brazen,
painted parody on womankind, who,
scorning all gilded veiling, stood boldly
under the blaze of a street lamp and
spoke to me as I hurried by. I have a
certain respect for this image which
conies to mo side bv side with your
own, for she at least was honest In her
When the answer to her note came to
her, Mrs. Olney sat for some minutes
with it in her hand, longing yet dread
ing to open it. At last, with trembling
fingers and quickly-beating heart, she
broke the seal. Like a flash she read
and understood the import of those
scorching words. No need to read be
tween the lines. She could not under
stand, or, if understanding, her de
depraved and selfish nature could not
appreciate the innate delicacy of the
former letter of the young priest.whlch
had spared her all and himself nothing.
But tliis brutal plainness. She became
fairly insane in her anger. She tore
the note into fragments and threw them
into the grate.
"I wish I could throw him after
them," she said, between her clenched
NThen, like an angry tigress, she
walked up and down the room. Her
little lap dog came gamboling after
her. A vicious kick from her slippered
foot sent the little creature yelping the
length of the room.
"How dared he, wretched priest that
he is, tell me, one of the first in the
state, that my image and that of a com
mon strcet-walkeroccupied histhoughts
together? What low bred effrontery to
even call to my mind, that such filth
Then the strained tension broke, and
she flung herself down on the couch
and hysterical sobs and Hoods of tears
burst from her. Sobs and tears of anger
and humiliation. " Gradually she grew
culmer and there were long intervals
between the convulsive shuddering,
till, with a final gasp, she arose to ef
face the ravages her fierce anger and
hot tears had left in her face and attire.
She had now no feciing for the
young, handsome priest, but icy hatred
and a strong desire for revenge. (Thus,
women like Ida Olney love). Mrs. Ol
ney resolved to lose no time in seeking
her vengeance. That very evening the
self-accusing letter of Father St. John
should be 'n the hands of the arch
bishop. She was entire mistress of her
time and her actions. Her husband
was out of the city. She ordered her
carriage for seven o'clock, and sent
word tt) the archbishop that business of
importance connected with the church
demanded that she see him that even
ing, and that she would do herself the
honor to call at his residence.
Half past seven found Mrs. Olney in
the red reception room of the Episcopal
residence, and his grace calmly waiting
his wealthy guest's pleasure to make
known her business with him. After a
little desultory conversation, Mrs. Ol
ney, with a lady-like blush anu a modest
drooping of her eyes, said:
"I have called, your grace, to speak
with you upon a matter which is both
painful and delicate. I scarcely know
how to teil you, what I believe it to oe
my duty to lay before you."
"Speak freely to me, my daughter, of
whatever your conscience prompts you
"Well, your grace, with sorrow do I
say it, young Father Fabio, whom we
all I more than any thought so pure
and above all sin, is a base itnposter,
The archbishop leaned anxiously for
ward. "You are making a grave charge, my
daughter; take care that it Is well
"I have good prtof of what I am
about, t relate t you, sir. The fa-t
lht I mm a wife ,. he a priest, I as
not protected lle from gross insult. I
stia'l kc, p riothii'g hack from your
I'ru. e I waive ail falsi mod. sty. I
have been troubled with grave doubt
of things divine for some time. 1 have
striven in every way that tiio c hurt" i
pr.-MTilfs to overcome these heretical
tetideiicU-it. i have bared my heart to
this serpent in the sacred lies of the
"Two nighU ago, votir grace, 1 sent
for this priest and, I suposetl, holy
man, to bring mo that spiritual food
my soul longed for, and to strengthen
my unlu'lief by the power of God, with
which I believed him Invested. Sud
denly, while I was ln sHching him to
he!p mo, he sprung from his chair like
a n.Hiimun, aid fell on his knees in-fore
me, and overwhelmed mo w ith conftw
:.'iis of love. For a few minutes I was
too dumbfounded to speak. Then, 1
pushed him violently from me and
sprang from my chair to leave the
rttim, b it he was on his feet in an in
stant and throwing his arms around me,
he held me in a grasp of iron, and
stl!' ii mo with ills polluting kisses.
"Hut the great God made His wrath
manifest. The earthquake so tilled
the impious wretch with fright that he
Hung me from him and rushed oi.t of
the house. The next morning, I re-ceiv.-d
this. I give it to you, for I know
it will bo difficult for you to lielleve
that one of such seeming purity cun
conceal so much baseness."
Archbishop O'Cunor, whose counten
ance Krtrayed disgust and anger, took
the letter Mrs. Olney hold out to him.
Ho read It through carefully twice,
folded it and placed it In his Kickct.
"Have you mentioned this matter to
your husband, Mrs. Olney?"
"Certainly not. I think this a mat
ter for your grace to settle. Do you
suppose I want my name mixed up in
tliis affair, as it would bo if my husband
should tako a husband's revenge and
shout him? No; I want revenge of an
otht r kind. I want this would-be-thought
saint expelled from the priest
hood." "Pardon me, Madam, but the church
must be tho judge to sentenco this ac
cused man. This grave charge shall
be fully investigated;" and his grace
shot a peculiar look from his expressive
graf eyes full at Ida Olney, who was
indignant at the cool way the preluto
was treating the matter.
"Your grace, lam surprised to find
that you are apparently so little abash
ed by what I thought was an unpardon
able offense in a priest of our holy
church. Perhaps you are accustomed
to complaints of this kind."
"Madam," said tho archbishop, very
oalmly, "you have the honor, or the
misfortune, to bring mo tho only com
plaint of the kind, and I have been In
tho church for many years. I must ro
peat, tho matter demands a thorough
Mrs. Olney, flushed and angry, arose
to her feet as was her custom when
"What do you mean, sir, by an in
vestigation? Have I not told you that
he offered mc a daughter of his church,
looking to him for light and guidance,
tho vilest insult a man can offer to a
woman? Have I not given into your
hands his own self-condemnation? I
tell you if that man is not quietly ex
pelled from the priesthood, I will ap
peal to the pope himself, and I will tell
him that you, archbishop of California,
condone and excuse the breaking of
"My dear Madam, I must beg you to
remember that I have neither condoned
nor ex used tho sin of this priest; and I
must also bear you to remember that a
gentleman car-mot remain seated while
a lady is standing, and I am fatigued
with the labors of the day."
Ida Olney glanced angrily at his
,,'race, and resumed her seat. The
archbishop took Father St. John's let
ter from his pocket.
"Let us carefully dissect this letter
of Father St. John's. He assures you
that he is truly repentant; that he
prayed earnestly to the court of Heaven
for forgiveness, and that his heart tells
him that the holy mother interceded
for him. Cannot you, child of earth, be
as magnanimous as the sinless one? He
assures you, that he never, on any pre
text, will intrude on your presence
again. That he will not even confess
you, being unworthy so to do. Can not
your woman's heart forgive this weak
priest, whoso passion for you, a beauti
ful daughter of earth, made him forget
Heaven, and allow the church to punish
him? I assure you, she inflicts no light
punishments on those who sin in her
sacred name, as may seem good toher."
As he plead for the priest, the arch
bishop was reading the very soul of the
woman before him with his piercing
eyes, and he knew every word that he
uttered was adding fuel to the vengeful
fire. lie knew, priest as he was, that
of all the sins of man, a woman finds
that of guilty love for herself the
easiest to forgive. Knowing this, he
drew his own conclusions.
"I am a'wife, your grace. This man's
love God forgive the word is a vile
insult to mo, even if he were n t a
priest; and I will not consent to live in
the same city with him. and meet him
day in and year out; and if you, an ec
clesiastic of hitrh degree, think him lit,
after performing some beggarly pen
amv, to stand U-for the holy altar, in
the vestments of a priest, and to ad
tulu'ster t he snerament, .sinful, weak
woman as I am, do liot Hut I will
yield thin fur. Send him to some re
mote pastorate in a foreign country. I
know tho eburch Is ever In need of
money. I will give to her without
s'.lnt. If you will remove this man from
rav sight, and I know, your churchmen
can uecomplish what you will."
Ills grace acknowledged the compli
ment with a how. Then said:
"My daughter, according to your
complaint, and his own written admis
sion, Father St. John has Kvn guilty of
breaking his most sacred obligations as
a priest, lie shall bo most severe rep
rlmaniled, 1 promise you, but granting,
for the sake of argument, that I liuve
tho Hwer to remove him without pub
licity entirely from your path, do you
think him worthy to (mi-form his holy
offices in some re molt parish, among
the HHir and lowly? If he could not
hold you saen d, ito you not fear for
some young and Ignorant girl, who may
come under his teaching?"
"No," Interrupted Mrs. Olney, pas
sionately, "1 cart; nothing for his
worthiness or uiiworthliiesH, no I never
sim him again. I demand uml I may
remind you that I have great wealth
ami influence -that you remove this
priest from the city, or, If you fear for
young Innoci nee, your grace, from tho
priesthood, or I appeal to his holiness.
In that case, you may (I ml your own
seat totter under you. Good night,
your grace." And Ida Olney gathered
her clonk aliout her and swept haught
ily towards the door.
I tut liefore she could reach It, the
archbishop had intercepted her, locked
tho door and put the key in his ockot.
Ida Olney stood staring at him lu aston
ishment and rage. Then, when she
"What do you mean, Sir, by such
ruffianly conduct? Unlock that door at
once, or I shall scream for assistance."
The archbishop came close to her
and looked her straight In tho eyes.
"Pardon me, for locking the ;door,
Mth. Olney, us I shall pardon you, for
calling me a rudlan; and now, as an
archbishop of tho infallible church to
which you belong, I command you to 1)0
seatod and listen to mo, and If you will
give me your word as a lady not to at
tempt to leave the room till I think you
are in a fit state so to do, I will unlock
(To bo Continued.)
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At the opening of the state senate on
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fjneral of thn Uttt I Ionian Catholic
Itlshop Moiiogue wa to lake place at
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gurdlcMtof the Immense nimiunt of un
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) our private laboralorr, or tf will ftimiah A i'-b.
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' 12 Tramont Row.Botton, Mt.
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