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HYMI've bnd a in twistekin your
nose for once, old snort!" said he, and
led, mento the daa* We mov-
ed land the same exquisite caution we
had exercised upon entering, for
couldn't afford to have loon Jackson's
keen old ears detect footballs ovea-
head at that hour of the Morning.
Wow we were at the foot of the long
stein, and Flint had soundlessly op-
• ened and closed the last door be-
tween us and freedom. And now we
,
were once more in the open air, un-
der the blessed shadow of the Mc-
Call trees, and walking close to their
old weatherbeaten fence. The light
was still shining in the bank led I
knew that that redoubtable old rebel
of a watchman was peacefully sleep-
ing with his gray guerilla of a mar-
auding cat beside him. He could af-
ford to sleep in peace. He had not
failed in his trust, for the intruders
had no designs upon the bank's gold.
Questioned, he could stoutly swear
that nobody had entered the building.
In proof, were. not all doors locked?
Who should break into a man's of-
fice and rob his safe just to get a
paekage of love-letters—if Inglesby
made complaint?
I remember we stood leaning a-
gainst the McCall fence for a few
mieutes, for my strength had of a
sudden failed, my head spun like a
top, and iny legs wavered under me.
"Buck up!" said Flint's voice in my
ear. "It's all over, and. the baby's
named for his Poppa!" His arm went
about me, an arm like a steel bar.
Half led, half carried, I went stag-
gering on beside him like a drunken
man, clutching a rosary and a packet
of love letters.
The streets were still dark end de-
serted, the whole town slept. But
over in the east, when one glimpsed
the skies above the trees, a nebulous
gray was stealing upon the datkness;
and the morning star blazed magnifi-
cently, in a space that seemed to
have been cleared for it. Somewhere
far off, an ambitious rooster crowed
to make the sun rise.
It took us a long time to reach
home. It was all of a quarter past
four when we turned into the Parish
House gate, cut across the garden and
reached Flint's rooms. Faint, trembl-
ing in every limb, I fell into a chair,
and through a mist saw him kneel
and blow upon the coals of the ex-
piring fire, upon which he dropped a
lightwood knot. A ruddy glow went
dancing up the chimney. Then he
was beside me again. Very gently
he removed hat and overcoat. And
then I was sitting peacefully in the
Morris chair, in my old cassock, and
with my own old biretta on ray head;
and there was rio longer that thin
buzzing shrill and torturing as a
mosquito's, singing in my ears. At
my knee eteod Kerry, with his beau-
tiful 'hazel eyes full of a grave con-
cern; and beside bim, calm and kind
and matter-of-fact, the Butterfly Man
himself stood watching me with an
equal regard. I rubbed my forehead.
The incredible had happened, and like
all incredible things it had been al-
most ridiculously simple and easy of
accomplishment Here we were, we
two, priest and naturalist, in our own
workroom, with an old dog wagging
his tail beside me. Could anything
be more commonplace? The last
trace of nightmare vanished as smoke
dispelled by the wind. If Mary Vir-
ginia's letters had not been within
reach of my hand I would have sworn
I was just out of a dream of that
past hour.
"She has escaped from them, they
cannot touch her, she is free!" I ex-
ulted. "John, John, you have saved
our girl! No matter what they do
to Eustis they can't drag her into the
quicksands now,"
But he went walking up and dow-n
shoulders squared, face uplifted. One
neg.& think that after such a night
he would have been humanly tired,
but he had clean forgotten his body.
His eyes shone as with a flame lit
from inward, and I think there was
on him what the Irish people call the
Aisling, the waking vision. For pres-
eptly he began to speak, as to Some-
body very neir 'o him.
"Oh, Lord G ',1!" said the Butterfly
Man, with a reterent and fierce joy,
"she's going to have her happiness
now, and it wasn't holy priest nor
fine gentlemen you picked out to help
her toward it—it was me, Slippy Mc-
Gee, born in the streets and bred in
the gutter, with the devil knows who
for his daddy and a name that's none
of his own! For that I'm Yours for
keeps: You've got me.
"You've done all even God
mighty can do, given me more than
ever could have asked You for—and
nate it's up to me to make good—and
1'11 do it!"
There came to listening me some-
thing of the emotion I experienced
• when I said my first Mass—as if I
had been brought so close to our Fa-
ther that I could have put out my
hand and touched Him. Ali! I had
'had a very small part to play in this
maa's redemption. I knew it now,
and felt hunibled and abashed, and
yet grateful that eyen so much had
been allowed me. Not I, but Love,
had transformed ainner and an out -
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And after pause, he added
deliberately: 7 ,a
. found acaneping better than a
4:iaekage, of lettep, to -night, parson. 1
found—Mp."
For awhile neither of us spoke.
Then he said, speculatively:
give all sorts of things to
the church-a-dedioate them, in grati-
tude for favors they fancy they've re-
ceived, don't they?.. Lamps, and mod-
els of .ships, and glass eyes and wax
toes and leather hands, and crutches
and braces, and that sort of plunder?
Well, 'Pm moved to make a free-will
offering myself. I'm going" to give
the church my kit, and you can take
it from me the old Lady will never
get her clamps on another set like
'hat until Gabriel blows his trinnpet
in the morning. Parson, I want You
to put those tools back where, you had
them, for I shall never touch them
again. I couldn't. They—well, they
are sort of holy from now on. They
are my I 0 U. Will you do it for
me?"
"Yes!" said I.
"I might have known you would!"
said; he, smiling. "Just One more
favor, parson—may. I put her letters
in her hands, myself?"
"My son, my son, who but you
should do that?" I pushed the pack-
age •across the table.
"Great Scott, parson, here it is
.striking five o'clock, and you've been
up all night!" he exclaimed anxiously.
"Here—no more gassing. You come
lie down on my bed and snooze a bit.
I'll 'call you in plenty of time for
mass."
I was far too spent and tired to
move across the garden to the Parish
House. I suffered myself to be put
to bed like a child, and had my re -
weed by falling almost immediately
into a dreamless sleep, nor did I stir
until he called me, a couple of hours
later. He himself had not slept, but
had employed the time in going
through the letters open in his table.
He pointed to them, now, with a grim
smile.
"Parson!" said he, and his eyes
glittered. "Do you know what we've
stumbled upon? Dynamite! Man,
anybody holding that bunch of mail
could blow this state wide open! So
much for a hunch, you see!"
"You mean--"
"I mean I've got the cream qff In-
glesby's most private deals, that is
what I mean! I mean I could send
him and plenty of his pals to the
pen. Everybody's been saying for
years that there hasn't been a rotten
deal pulled off that he didn't boss and
get away with it. But nobody could
proye it. Ile's had the men higher-
up eating out of his hand—sort of
you pat my head and I'll pat yours
arrangement—and here's the proof,
in black and white. Don't you un-
derstand? Here's the proof: these
get him with the goods!
"These," he slapped a letter, "would
make any Grand Jury ;throw fits,
make every newspaper in the state
break out into headlines like a kid
with measles, and blow the lid off
things in general—if they got out.
"Inglesby's going to shove Eustis
under, is he? Not by a jugfull. He's
going to play he's a patent life -pre-
server. He's going to be that good
Samaritan he's been shamming. Talk
about poetic justice—this will be like
wearing shoes three sizes tod small
for him, with a bunion on every toe!"
And when I looked at him doubtfully,
he laughed.
' "Yoke can't see how it's going to be
managed? Didn't you ever hear of
the grapevine telegraph?Well then,
dear George receives a grapevine
wireless bright and early to-tnorrow
morning. A word to the wise is suf-
ficient." •
"He will employ detectives," said
I, uneasily.
The Butterfly Man looked at me
quizzically.
"With an eagle eye and a walrus
mustache," said he, grinning. "Sure.
But if the plainclothes nose around,
are they going to sherlock the parish
priest and the town bughunter? We
haven't got any interest in Mr. In-
glesby's private correspondende, have
we? Suppose Miss Eustis's letters
are returned to her, what does that
prove? Why, nothing at all,—ex-
cept that it wasn't her correspond-
ence the fellows that cracked that
safe were after. We should worry!
"Say, thoegh, don't you wish you
could see them when they stroll to
those beautiful offices and go for to
open that nice burglar-proof safe
with the little brass flower pot on
top of it? What a joke! Holy whis-
kered Meek cat, what a joke!"
"I'm afrnid Mr. Inglesby's sense of
humor isn't his strong point," said I.
"Not that I have any sympathy for
him. 1 think he is getting only what
he deserves."
"Alexander the coppersmith
wrought me much evil. May Gocl re-
quite him according to his works!"
murmured the Butterfly Man, piously
and chuckled. "Don't worry, parson
—Alexander's flue to fall sick with
the pip to -day or 'to -morrow. What
do you bet he don't get it so bad he'll
have to pull up all his pretty plane
by the roots, leave Mr. Hunter in
eharge, and go off somewhere to take
rnudbaths for his liver? Believe me,
he'll need them! Why, the man won't
be able to breathe easy any more—
he'll be expecting one in the solar
"lexus any minute, net knovring any
more., titan Adam's cat who's to hand
to him. Pro axial tell who to tiust
nd-tho t stumeet. If rob want ta
6" jilet how hard Alexander's go-
hapqnited according to hie
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rtigillx.-unWizvfor., Plebe fellte, is
to know *tette thiegs 004 sai peos
Pie, I Was aemzed te the Vel'int
stepefaetiOn at the Pe -Melt -len those
eeeeteclenUatione hetraeeile the.same-
les e and sordid disregard of lew end
decency, tbe bretal and 43elietal iadlf
ference to publicWelfare, At ,eiglet
of some of the signatures my heed
swam -1 felt saddened, disillusioned,
almost in despair for humanity. I
suppose Ifiglesby had thought it wis-
er to preserve these letters—possibly
for his own safety; but no wonder he
had locked them up! I looked at the
Butterfly Man openmouthed.
"You- wouldn't think folks wearing
such names could be that rotten, would
yeti? Some of them pillars of the
church, too, and married to good wo-
men, and the fathers of nice kids!
Why, I have known crooks that the
police of a dozen states were after,
that wouldn't have been caught dead
on jobs like some of these. Inglesby
won't know it, but he ought to thank
his stars we've got his letters instead
of the State Attorney, for I shan't
use them unless e have to . . . Par-
son, you remember a bluejay break-
ing up a nest on me once, and what
Laueeece said when I wanted to
wring the little crook's neck? That
the thing isn't to reform the jay but
to keep him from doing it again?
That's the cue."
He gathered up the scattered let-
ters, made a neat package of them,
and put it in a table drawer behind a
stack of note -books. And then he
reached over and touched the other,
package, the letters written in 11/Lary
Virginia's girlish hand.
"Here's her happiness—long, long
years of it ahead of her," he said sob-
erly. "As for you, you take •back
those tools, and go say mass."
Outside it was broad bright day, a
new beautiful day, and the breath
of the morning blew sweetly over the
world. The Church was full of a
clear and early light, the young pale
gold of the new Spring sun. None of
the congregation had as yet arrived.
Before I went into the sacristy to put
on my vestments, I gage back into
St. Stanislaus' hands the I 0 U of
Slippy McGee.
CHAPTER XX
BETWEEN A BUTTERFLY'S
WINGS
There was a glamour upon it. One
knew it was going to grow into one
of those wonderful and shining days
in whose enchanted hours any ex-
quisite miracle might happen. I am
perfectly sure that the Lord God
-walked in the garden in the cool of
an April day, and that it was a morn-
ing in spring when the angels visited
Abraham, sitting watchful in the
door of his tent.
There was in the air itself some-
thing long -missed and come back, a
heady and heart -moving delight, a
promise, a thrill, a whisper of "April!
April!" thet the Green Things and
the hosts of the Little People had
heard overnight. In the dark the
sleeping souls of the golden butter-
flies had dreamed it, known it was a
true Word, and now they were out,
"Little flaraes of God" dancing in the
Sunday sunlight. The Red Gulf Fri-
tillary had heard it, and here she was,
all in her fine fulvous frock besmoked
with black velvet, and her farthin-
gale spangled with silver. And the
gallant Red Admiral, the brave beau-
tiful Red Admiral that had dared un-
friendlier gales, trimmed his painted
sails to a wind that was the breath
of spring.
Over by the gate the spires had
ventured into showering sprays ex-
haling a shy and fugitive fragrance
and ewhat had been a blur of gray
cabltes- strung upon the oaks had be-
gun to bud with emerald and blossom
with amethyst—the wistaria was a -
horning. And one ktew there was
Cherokee rose to follow, that the dog-
wood was in white, and the year's
new mintage of gold dandelions was
being coined in the fresh grass.
There wasn't a bird that wasn't
caroling April! at the top of his
voice from the full of his heart; for
wasn't the world alive again, wasn't
it love -time and nest -time, wasn't it
Spring?
Even to the tired faces of my work
folks ,that shining morning ;lent a
light that was hope. Without know-
ing it, they felt themselves a vital
part of the reborn world, sharers in
its joy because they were the children
of the common lot, the common peo-
ple for whom the world is, and with-
out whom the world could be. Class-
es, creeds, nations, gods, all these pass
and are gone; God, and the common
people, and the spring remain.
When I was young I liked as well
as another to dwell overmuch upon
the sinfulness of sin, the sorrow of
serrow, the despair of death. Now
that these three terrible teachers
have taught me a truer wisdom and
a larger faith, I like better to turn
to the glory of hope, the wisdom of
love, and the simple truth that death
is just a passing phase of life. So I
sent my workers home that morning
rejoicing With the truth, and was all
the happier and hopefuller myself be -
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cause they therdelhee are futons!
After they have ,ped and sniggeged,
they donate "eletiea to Cielie and Deelde,
January. And Presently Clelie
dls-
jtributes them to a waiting colored'
countryside, which 'wallpapers its
houses with them. I have had to
counsel the erring ,and bolster the
faith of the backsliding under the
goggle eyes of inliantan creations
whose unholy capers have made fu-
tile many a per. And yet the
E° txtveoinfidYerlan lfices them! Is it met
tce
He laid them tendeely upon the te-
ble now, and smiled slyly to see my
eye them askance.
"Did you knew," said he, over his
coffee, "that Launrence came in this
morning on the six o'clock? Janu-
ary had him out in the garden show-
ing off the judge's new patent .hives,
And I stopped on my way to church
and shook hands over the fence. It
was all I could do to keep from shout-
ing that all's right with the world,
and all he had to do was to be glad.
I didn't know how much I cared for
that boy until this morning. Parson,
it's a—a terrible thing to love people
when you come to think about it, isn't
it? I told him you were honing to
see him: and that we'd be looking for
him along about eleven. And I inti-
mated that if he didn't show up then
I'd go after him with a gun. He
said he'd be here on the stroke." Af-
ter ap moment, he added gently; "I
figured they'd be here by then—Ma-
dame and Mary Virginia."
"What! You have induced Laur-
ence to come while she is here—with-
out giving him any intimation that
he is likely to meet her?" I said, a-
ghast. "You are a bold man, John
Flint!"
The study windows were open and
the sweet wind and the warm sun
poured in unchecked. The stir of
bees, the scent of honey -locust just
opening, drifted in, and the slow sol-
emn clangor of church bells, and lilts
and flutings and calls and whistlings
from the tree tops. We could see
passing groups of our neighbors, fa-
thers and mothers shepherding little
flocks of children in their Sunday
best, trotting along with demure
Sabbath faces on their way to church.
The Butterfly Man looked out, waved
gaily to the passing children, who
waved back a joyous response, nod-
ded to their smiling parents, followed
the flight of a tanager's sober spouse,
and sniffed the air luxuriously.
"Oh, somebody's got to stage man-
age, parson," he said at last, lightly
enough, but with a hint of tiredness
in his eyes. "And 'then vanish behind
the scenes, leaving the hero and hero-
ine in the middle of the spotlight, with
the orchestra tuning up 'The Voice
that Breathed o'er Eden,'" he finished
without a trace of bitterness. "So
I sent Madame a note by a little nig-
ger newsie." His eyes crinkled, and
he quoted the favorite aphorism of
the colored people, when they seem
to exercise a meiculous care: "Brer
Rabbit say, '1 tru' no mistake.'"
"You are a bold man," said I again,
with a respect that made him laugh.
Then we went over to his rooms to
wait, and while we waited / tried to
read a chapter of a book / was anx-
ious to finish, but couldn't, my eyes
being tempted by the greener and
fresher page opening before them.
Flint smoked a virulent pipe and read
his papers.
Presently he laid his finger upon a
paragraph and handed me the paper
. . . And 1 read where one `Sprike'
Frazer had been shot to death in a
hand-to-hand fight with the police
who were raiding a dive suspected of
being the rendezvous of drug -fiends.
Long wanted and at last cornered,
Frazer had fought tigerishly and died
in his tracks, preferring death to
capture. A sly and secretive crea-
ture, he had had a checkered career
in the depths. It was his one boast
that more than anybody else he had
known and been a sort of protege of
the once notorious Slippy McGee, that
King of Crooks whose body had been
found in the East River some years
since, and whose daring and mysteri-
ous exploits were not yet, altogether
forgotten by the police or the under-
world.
"Sic transit gloria mundir said
the Butterfly Man in his gentle voice
and looked out over th, peaceful gar-
den and the Sunday calm with in-
scrutable eyes. I returned the paper
with a hand that slmok. It seemed
to me that a deep ned solemn hush
fell for a moment upon the glory of
the day, while the -pecter of what
might have been gibbered at us for;
the last time.
Out of the heart of that hush walk-
ed two women—one little and rosy
and white-haired; one tall and pale
and beautiful with the beauty upon
which sorrow has placed its haunting
imprint. Her black hair framed her
face as in ebony, and her blue eyes
were shadowed. By an odd coinci-
dence she was dressed this morning
just as she had been When the But-
terfly Man firste-saw her—in white,
and over it a scarlet jacket. Kerry
and little Pitache rose, met them at
the gate, and escorted them With
grave politeness. Th P Butterfly Man
hastily emptied his pipe and laid a-
side his newspapers.
"Your note said we were th, come,
that everything was all right," said
my mother, looking up at him with
bright and trustful eyes., "Stich a
relief! Because I know you never
say anything you don't aslant, joint."
He smiled, and with a Wave of the
hand beckoned as into the workroom.
Madame followed him eagerly, a
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has told me all. Mee.-Dieuho
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are a De Ranee': look me in rhe eyes
and tell me there is nothing wrong,
that there twill he no ill consequences.",
"There won't be any comebacks,"
said John Flint, with engaging confi-
dence. "As for you, Mary Virginia,
you don't have to worry for °Remains
ute about what those fellows can do
—because they can't do anything.
They're double-crossed. Now listen:
-wlaen you see Hutitee, you are to say
to him, `Thank you for returning my
letters.' Just that and no more. If
there's any questioning, stare. Stare
hard. If there's any threatening a-
bout eour father, smile. You can
afford to smile. They. can't touch
him. But how those letters came in-
to your hands you are never to tell,
you understand? They did come and
that's all that interests you." He
began to laugh, softly. "All Hunter
will want to know is that you've re-
ceived teem. He's too game not to
lose without noise, and he'll make
Inglesby swallow his dose without
squealing, too. So—you're finished
and done with Mr. Hunter and Mr.
Inglesby!" His voice deepened again
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Mary
Virginia looked
to,
the other; thrust the package Upon
nee, walked swiftly up to him, and,
laying her hands upon his arms star-
ed with passionate earnestness into
his face: tihe kind, wise, lovable face
that every child in. Appleboro County
adores, every woman trusts, every
man respects. Her eyes'clang to his
and he met that searching gaze
out faltering, though it seemed to
probe for the root of his soul. It
was well for Mary Virginia that those
brave eyes had caught something
from the great faces that hung upon
his walls and kept company and coun-
sel with 'him day and night, they
that 'conquered life and death and,
turned defeat into victory because
they had first conquered themselves!
"Yes!" said she, with a deep sigh
of relief. "I trust you! Thank God
for just how much I an believe and
Women you envy
have only this secret
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Mary Virginia /paw' all this;
those lightningaliashee of",
insight that reveal More than,
Slower years; I like to tlaizAt 4
it given her freely, noble', wi
a glorious love -gift from the
man into whose empty hand *OM
e day put a little gray yandlor*Pof
I glanced eit my mother, and Or*
by her most expressive face that she ,
knew and understood. She had.
known and understood, long hafeee.
any of us.
"If I might offer a suggestion"'
said in as matter-of-fact a voice as 1
could comm -and, "it would) be, that
the sooner those letters are destroy-.
ed, the better."
(Continued next week.)
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radiance and bloom of youthful skin
Radiant, with the charm of
youth still theirs, millions of
clever women are admired—and
enviedl—today.
Yet they have no difficult, hid-
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Only this simple method—
which is for you, too. To give
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in them.
For one meek do this
Cleanse the skin regularly, au -
Volume and
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produce 25c
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thorities say, to keep your com-
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But beware of harsh cleansing
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Wash thoroughly with
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pores. Rinse — and repeat the
washing. Then rinse again.
Then—if skin is dry—appl?a
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Skin so cared for is not injured
by cosmetics, by wind
and sun, or by dirt.
The simple, correct way
You cannot find a more effec-
tive beauty treatment Because
Palmolive Soap is , blended of
rare palm and olive oils—famous
for geld but thorough cleansing
qualities since the days of Cleo-
patra', And it is inexpensive, so
that thousands now use
Palmolive for the bath.
Make suite that you get
Palmolive— wshich is never sold
-unwrapped. All dealers have it.
Get it, and try for one week thee
sittrplest of all treatments See
bow delightfully and how quickly
it benefits your skin.
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Winnipeg Toronto Montreal
Palm and olive oils—nothing else—give
Nature's green color to Palmolive Soap
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