Part 52 (1/2)

The Seigneur stood thinking for a moment. ”I have an idea,” he said at last. ”Let us have these last days to ourselves. The mission ends next Sat.u.r.day at five o'clock. We will announce that all strangers must leave the valley by Wednesday night. Then, during those last three days, while yet the influence of the play is on them, you can lead your own people back to the old quiet feelings.”

”My dear Maurice--it is worthy of you! It is the way. We will announce it to-day. And see now.... For those three days we will change the princ.i.p.als; lest those who have taken the parts so long have lost the pious awe which should be upon them. We will put new people in their places. I will announce it at vespers presently. I have in my mind who should play the Christ, and St. John, and St. Peter--the men are not hard to find; but for Mary the Mother and Mary Magdalene--”

The eyes of the two men suddenly met, a look of understanding pa.s.sed between them.

”Will she do it?” said the Seigneur.

The Cure nodded. ”Paulette Dubois has heard the word, 'Go and sin no more'; she will obey.”

Walking through the village as they talked, the Cure shrank back painfully several times, for voices of strangers, singing festive songs, rolled out upon the road. ”Who can they be?” he said distressfully.

Without a word the Seigneur went to the door of the inn whence the sounds proceeded, and, without knocking, entered. A moment afterwards the voices stopped, but broke out again, quieted, then once more broke out, and presently the Seigneur issued from the door, white with anger, three strangers behind him. All were intoxicated.

One was violent. It was Billy Wantage, whom the years had not improved.

He had arrived that day with two companions--an excursion of curiosity as an excuse for a ”spree.”

”What's the matter with you, old stick-in-the-mud?” he shouted. ”Ma.s.s is over, isn't it? Can't we have a little guzzle between prayers?”

By this time a crowd had gathered, among them Filion Laca.s.se. At a motion from the Seigneur, and a whisper that went round quickly, a dozen habitants swiftly sprang on the three men, pinioned their arms, and carrying them bodily to the pump by the tavern, held them under it, one by one, till each was soaked and sober. Then their horses and wagon were brought, and they were given five minutes to leave the village.

With a devilish look in his eye, and drenched and furious, Billy was disposed to resist the command, but the faces around him were determined, and, muttering curses, the three drove away towards the next parish.

CHAPTER LIII. THE SEIGNEUR AND THE CURE HAVE A SUSPICION

Presently the Seigneur and the Cure stood before the door of the tailor-shop. The Cure was about to knock, when the Seigneur laid a hand upon his arm.

”There is no use; he has been gone several days,” he said.

”Gone--gone!” said the Cure.

”I came to see him yesterday, and not finding him, I asked at the post-office.” M. Rossignol's voice lowered. ”He told Mrs. Flynn he was going into the hills, so Rosalie says.”

The Cure's face fell. ”He went away also just before the play began. I almost fear that--that we get no nearer. His mind prompts him to do good and not evil, and yet--and yet.... I have dreamed a good dream, Maurice, but I sometimes fear I have dreamed in vain.”

”Wait-wait!”

M. Loisel looked towards the post-office musingly. ”I have thought sometimes that what man's prayers may not accomplish a woman's love might do. If--but, alas, what do we know of his past! Nothing. What do we know of his future? Nothing. What do we know of the human heart?

Nothing--nothing!”

The Seigneur was astounded. The Cure's meaning was plain. ”What do you mean?” he asked, almost gruffly.

”She--Rosalie--has changed--changed.” In his heart he dwelt sorrowfully upon the fact that she had not been to confession to him for many, many months.

”Since her father's death--since her illness?”

”Since she went to Montreal seven months ago. Even while she was so ill these past weeks, she never asked for me; and when I came... Ah, if it is that her heart has gone out to the man, and his does not respond!”

”A good thing, too!” said the other gloomily. ”We don't know where he came from, and we do know that he is a pagan.”