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第69章 THE SONG AND THE SERGEANT(23)

"Faith, he's caught me again! Wait till I get the sassenach into the annals of Tageruach, the hagiographer;I'll give him enough of the Irish idiom to make him more respectful."The light was out, and the small, brave voice bidding them good night from the dark room.They groped downstairs, and tore away from the garrulity of Mother Geehan.

Again the priest steered them through the dim ways, but this time in another direction.His conductor was serenely silent, and Lorison followed his example to the extent of seldom speaking.Serene he could not be.His heart beat suffocatingly in his breast.The following of this blind, menacing trail was pregnant with he knew not what humiliating revelation to be delivered at its end.

They came into a more pretentious street, where trade, it could be surmised, flourished by day.And again the priest paused; this time before a lofty building, whose great doors and windows in the lowest floor were carefully shuttered and barred.Its higher apertures were dark, save in the third story, the windows of which were bril-liantly lighted.Lorison's ear caught a distant, regular, pleasing thrumming, as of music above.They stood at an angle of the building.Up, along the side nearest them, mounted an iron stairway.At its top was an upright, illuminated parallelogram.Father Rogan had stopped, and stood, musing.

"I will say this much," he remarked, thoughtfully:

"I believe you to be a better man than you think yourself to be, and a better man than I thought some hours ago.

But do not take this," he added, with a smile, "as much praise.I promised you a possible deliverance from an unhappy perplexity.I will have to modify that promise.

I can only remove the mystery that enhanced that per-plexity.Your deliverance depends upon yourself.

Come."

He led his companion up the stairway.Halfway up, Lorison caught him by the sleeve."Remember," he gasped, "I love that woman.""You desired to know.

"I -- Go on."

The priest reached the landing at the top of the stairway.

Lorison, behind him, saw that the illuminated space was the glass upper half of a door opening into the lighted room.The rhythmic music increased as they neared it; the stairs shook with the mellow vibrations.

Lorison stopped breathing when he set foot upon the highest step, for the priest stood aside, and motioned him to look through the glass of the door.

His eye, accustomed to the darkness, met first a blind-ing glare, and then he made out the faces and forms of many people, amid an extravagant display of splendid robings -- billowy laces, brilliant-hued finery, ribbons, silks and misty drapery.And then he caught the mean.

ing of that jarring hum, and he saw the tired, pale, happy face of his wife, bending, as were a score of others, over her sewing machine -- toiling, toiling.Here was the folly she pursued, and the end of his quest.

But not his deliverance, though even then remorse struck him.His shamed soul fluttered once more before it retired to make room for the other and better one.

For, to temper his thrill of joy, the shine of the satin and the glimmer of ornaments recalled the disturbing figure of the bespangled Amazon, and the base duplicate histories it by the glare of footlights and stolen diamonds.It is past the wisdom of him who only sets the scenes, either to praise or blame the man.But this time his love over-came his scruples.He took a quick step, and reached out his hand for the doorknob.Father Rogan was quicker to arrest it and draw him back.

"You use my trust in you queerly," said the priest sternly."What are you about to do?""I am going to my wife," said Lorison."Let me pass.""Listen," said the priest, holding him firmly by the arm."I am about to put you in possession of a piece of knowledge of which, thus far, you have scarcely proved deserving.I do not think you ever will; but I will not dwell upon that.You see in that room the woman you married, working for a frugal living for herself, and a generous comfort for an idolized brother.This building belongs to the chief costumer of the city.For months the advance orders for the coming Mardi Gras festivals have kept the work going day and night.I myself secured employment here for Norah.She toils here each night from nine o'clock until daylight, and, besides, carries home with her some of the finer costumes, requiring more delicate needlework, and works there part of the day.

Somehow, you two have remained strangely ignorant of each other's lives.Are you convinced now that your wife is not walking the streets?""Let me go to her," cried Lorison, again struggling, "and beg her forgiveness!'

"Sir," said the priest, "do you owe me nothing? Be quiet.It seems so often that Heaven lets fall its choicest gifts into hands that must be taught to hold them.Listen again.You forgot that repentant sin must not comprom-ise, but look up, for redemption, to the purest and best.

You went to her with the fine-spun sophistry that peace could be found in a mutual guilt; and she, fearful of losing what her heart so craved, thought it worth the price to buy it with a desperate, pure, beautiful lie.I have known her since the day she was born; she is as innocent and unsullied in life and deed as a holy saint.In that lowly street where she dwells she first saw the light, and she has lived there ever since, spending her days in generous self-sacrifice for others.Och, ye spalpeen!" continued Father Rogan, raising his finger in kindly anger at Lorison.

"What for, I wonder, could she be after making a fool of hersilf, and shamin' her swate soul with lies, for the like of you!""Sir," said Lorison, trembling, "say what you please of me.Doubt it as you must, I will yet prove my gratitude to you, and my devotion to her.But let me speak to her once now, let me kneel for just one moment at her feet, and -- ""Tut, tut!" said the priest."How many acts of a love drama do you think an old bookworm like me capable of witnessing? Besides, what kind of figures do we cut, spying upon the mysteries of midnight millinery! Go to meet your wife to-morrow, as she ordered you, and obey her thereafter, and maybe some time I shall get forgive-ness for the part I have played in this night's work.Off wid yez down the shtairs, now! 'Tis late, and an ould man like me should be takin' his rest."

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