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The Church i
Plate !
How Robb?n Wei* Pru-miM ?
From Taking It ?
By THOMAS BROWNELL ?
Copyright by Am?rlcan Press A mo- *
elation. 1911. ?
I was sleepln' sound enough to miss
heart n ' the last trump, even If Uabrlel
bod blown It right In me ear. when a
shake did the business and 1 sat up Id
bed. At tirst I bad an Idea the bouse
was comln' down over uie bead, for
at the moment a clap o' thunder like
big guns Bred one after another seem
ed to be right In the room with me.
1 was waltln' to be crushed, but the
roartn' died away, and i heard i'at Du
gnn say:
"Mike, git upl Ye're wanted"
"By tbe divU?" I asked, trytn' to
collect me senses.
"No, by tbe dlrll's enemies. There's
them tbot's goln' to rob St. Patrick's
of tbe silver plate."
Not yet beln' more than half awake
and not knowln' what else to do. I did
what any one would do nt bearln' of a
sacrilege? 1 made the sign of tbe cross.
"Git up, I say; ye're to ride to head
off tbe robbers and save tbe plate.1'
By this time I'd got some of the
stiffness orit of me and. glttln' out of
THS DITIL K KPT OAININ AND OAIX!*'. I
bod. was puttln' on me britches, when
1 was blinded by n flash, and with It
came another roarin'. 1 clapped me
hands first to rae eyes, then to me ears,
stoppln' puttiti' on me clothes.
"Uo on. ye spalpoen!" shouted Pat
above the thunder. "Don't ye know
the dlrlt Is sendln' it to delay ye?
Your horse is standin' ready without
and ye have a matter of eight miles to
ride to save the plate."
"How do ye know It's to be taken 7'
says I.
"Uow do I know? Didn't one of >m
weaken at commlttln' a sacrilege?
And didn't he come to me not ten min
utes agone and tell me what blB pals
were goln' to do? He's gone down
the road a bit to warn Father Conover,
bopln' be may find some way to git to
the church and take away the plate
before the comln' of the robbers. But
there's nothln' in that, for Father
Conover has no way of glttln" there."
Out we goes to the front of the house,
and there, sure enough, whs me horse,
a boy tryln' to bold him. the horse
rearln', frightened by the storm. And
1, by this time awake and ready for
the mad ride 1 was to take, leaped into
the saddle and. diggiu' me beels Into
his flanks, went off like a ball out of
a gun. a thunderclap comin' down
from ueaven at the same moment.
"It's a signal ot St. 1'atrlck for yer
startinV' I heard Pat say. the last
word soundln' far behind me like an
echo.
The road lay windiu' down to the
stream, white for a moment in the
ligbtnln', then all as black as a mil
lion crows. But I. trustin' part to me
knowledge of the way and part to me
horse's better seeln' In the dark, neTer
a bit drew rein, curved with the road
and. knowln' 1 was right by me horse's
hoofs soundln' on the stones. Then
suddenly the tramp was changed from
rock to wood, and by that and bollls'
of the stream beneath screecbln* like
lost spirits I knew I was on the bridge.
Then came another flash, and I saw
a plctur' or the white pike ahead of
me, with never a twist or a turn.
The first mile we made in pitch
iark. 1 not seeln' me horse's head be
fore me. But I trusted in St. Patrick,
who was guidin' me. and a trifle in
me horse. I knew by the way be
made here and there a turn or swerved
suddenly to pass something In the
way that be cot; Id see what was
?head of him.
Then for awhile the storm Blackened
and. seeln' a misty light In the heav
ens. I thought St Patrick had called
it off. but a bolt was the signal for a
new openln'. another army of clouds
came trampln' up from the east and
again 1 was under the heavenly battle
ground betune the good nud the evil.
At that moment In the uiddle of two
thunderclaps I beard the sound of
horses' hoofs .behind tifflrin' ai# like ?
tempest o* wind.
?'It's the (liTil <*omln to kloelt tte,"
I said, erossln' mesoU with on# hand
while I lashed me nurse with the oth
er.
But In spite of me whip and me
spurs and me prayers the Bend behind
me. seemln to be pushed on by the
windstorm, kept galnln' on me, till at
last 1 could bear biui runuln' me neck
and neck, for dlvll a bit of him I could
see for the blackness. The dlvll hss
power over the llghtnln', for. although
there was thunder, uol a flash came
bright enough to abow him to me
plain. Once one brighter than the
rest gave me a glimpse of blm but be
was not like Satan at all. Ue wore a
dress like a woman, black as the
night, and a long cloak stood out be
hind him In the wind. and. worst of
all. he was slowly gnlnln' on me. I
bowled to the saint to give roe horse
wind and strength, but It did no good,
and 1 wns iblnklu that be. knowln
1 was bonnd to be too Inte, had gone
on to prevent the low* of the plate
himself. Anyway the dlr II kept gain
In' and galtiln , dm win on before me
till at last I could near the datterln'
far abend.
About that time, lookln' up in Ibe
sky. I saw u rift In i lit- I'luadl and the
moon, with a little *ut beside It?
mebbe for protect leu or companion
ship In the big heaven* lookln' as
serene as a saint Jusi out of purgatory
But all about rolled the black cloods.
now and then ligbtln' up like big fire
flies. some of em sendlu low roars
like a sullen army that's been beaten
and movln' away In the distance. And
somehow It set roe to thlnkln' that
after all tbe forces of good had beaten
the forces of evil.
It was at that time that I saw some
thing shlnln' In tbe moonlight Just
over the withers of me horse. Ptittln'
me hand down near where It was,
what did I feel but a little cross. 1
tried to take It awny, but somethln'
held It Runnln' me band up to the
horn of me saddle, 1 found banglo' to
It a string of bends. 1 took It off, and
It was a rosary.
Then I changed me mind, not be
lievtn' It wns tbe dlvll that had been
rldln' beside roe. but St. Patrick him
self. who In passln' had bung the
rosary to my saddle horn to tell me
that be was himself goln' to save his
own and that I needn't trouble me
self about tbe matter.*
After this I rested me horse a bit,
he blowln' I ke a porpoise. Then I
went on at an easier pace. By this
time half the west was quiet Uke and
glltterln' with stars, and the moon
?ght was soft on the wet hills and
trees In the east tbe black clouds
were rollln' away and no sign left
of tbe storm except water runnln' be
side the road and the streams roarin'
and bollln' down under the bridges.
And what made me feel better than
I might at somebody? for I wasn't
sure It was St. Patrick or tbe dlvll?
pittln' ahead of me In tbe race was
the moonlight on tbe drops of water
hangln' on the trees and the fences like
tiny diamonds. 1 went on till, lookln'
ahead. I saw n high bulldtn' all lit up.
It beln' the middle of the night I won
dered what new miracle was on foot,
but when I cnme nearer I cried out:
"Bedad. It's the church !"
Thlnkln' the robbers were there, I
pushed ahead, wonderln' what tbe beg
gars would be doln' ligbtln' up their
sacrilege, but hopin' to scare 'em off
before tbey could git away with the
plate. I galloped up to the front door,
leapt from me horse and was goln' In
but for the door beln' locked. I ran
around to the door In the rear, where
the priests are used to goln' In. and
found It open. Rnnnln' In. I was ready
to cry, "Avast, ye robbers!" when I
stood still, speechless.
There was Pat her Conover at the
altar reciting tbe Litany.
I went In. crossed meself, bendln' me
knee at the same time, and when the
father bad finished be saw me standln'
before him.
"ir you ve come ror toe piats, ne
said, "you'll have to pass over me body
to get it."
"Fatherr I cried. "Don't ye know
me? I'm Mike MulcabeyP'
"And what are ye doin here?"
'1 come to save tbe plate."
"Ye're too lata I'm here ahead of
ye."
"And bow do ye tblnk to sara tbe
plate by ligbtln' np tbe cbarch and
sayln' tlie Litany T
"I'm hopln' that if Ibey come to
take It, seeln' me here at tbe altar,
they'll fall on their koees Instead of
commltttn' a sacrilege."
"How did ye git here?"
"One of them that weakened came
to me and told me what was brewin".
1 borrowed a horse and set off. paw
In' one of tbe beggars on the road."
"Oh, father. It was me ye passed.
At first I thought ye were Satan, then
I thought ye were St Patrick."
"And what made ye tbtnk me 8t
Patrick r
"Because I fonnd this rosary hang
in' to me saddle born."
With that be pat bis band to his
waist and said:
"I've lost me own rosary. When
I passed ye I robbed ye. Me rosary
fell off and cangbt on your saddle
born."
"And I thlnkin' that It belonged to
St. Patrick!"
By that time persons that had bap
pened to see tbe lights in tbe cbarch
tame rannln' In. every one askin'
what It meant. VThen tbey heard
that robbers were intendln to take
tbe plate tbey all stayed till tbe day
was break In', and never a robber was
seen at all at all.
I've never got over wonderin' bow
It happened that I first mistook a
priest for tbe dlvll snd afterwnrd for
St. Patrick But the most cur'us fact
of all ts how tbe father lost bis ro
sary and bow It happened to be caught
on me saddle born.
ILEX DRAPES
WRITES LETTER
Dr. L. 8. Keller is in receipt of aj
letter from Alex P. Drape?, dated a'
Minneapolis, Minn., which eipreases
the opinion of many of the old timer*
from Ska k way, which it hu b?en the
pleasure of this paper in receiving
during the past few month*:
Mr. Drapes says in part;
"I have been especially interested
in the Alaskan the last couple of
months since It has contained new*
of the finding of mineral ledges show
ing very promising values among U?e
eternal hills surrounding the old town
It looks as if the history of the
towns further west was to be repeat
ed, and it is a pteasant vision to
think of the thunder of the stamps
reverberating through the valley and <
lbs latter fltfad np ??v? more with
the bnaineea lw? and home* of a
targe permanent population. The Idea
st a test mill wan great and I don't
wonder that It has arotwed th?? en
Utuftfaam yon chronicle on every aid*
I hi tk? "towerteta" gtiii think
nothing comparaa with the in?ide pas
sage and the trip over the Pa a*, bat
I suppose the smallpox aeare aad at
tendant preparations at Dawson made
th? trip to the Inferior somewhat of
a hardship for a few weeks'*
10 CHALLENGE
THE WINNER
(By Alaska New* Barman.)
BUFFALO. Sept ? -Zhysaslto abat
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pnarhmhft match
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