He saw it, and with sudden fury,
seizing it, swung it round his head as if to throw it into the crowd. At
that moment a stalwart constable ran forward, raised a hand towards
Mazarine, and then addressed the crowd.
"We've had enough of this," he said. "I'll lock up any man that goes a
step further towards the Meetin' House. Where do you think you are? This
is Askatoon, the place of peace and happiness, and we're going to be
happy, if I have to lock up the hull lot of you. I guess you can go right
on, Mr. Mazarine," he added. "Go right on and git your wagon."
A moment later Mazarine was walking alone towards the Meeting House; but
no, not alone, for a hundred devils were with him.
CHAPTER XIV
FILION AND FIONA--ALSO PATSY KERNAGHAN
Patsy Kernaghan was in his element in the garden with which Norah Doyle
had decorated the brown bosom of the prairie. It had verdant shrubs,
green turf, thick fringes of flowers, and one solitary elmtree in the
centre whose branches spread like a cedar of Lebanon. In the moonlight
Patsy had the telling of a wonderful story to such an audience as he had
never had before in his life, and he had had them from Bundoran to
Limerick, from Limerick to the foothills of the Rockies.
The seance of love and legend had been Patsy's own idea. At the
supper-table spread by Norah Doyle, in spite of the protests of her
visitors--the Young Doctor, Louise and Patsy--Nolan Doyle, who had a
fine gift for playful talk, had tried to keep the situation free from
melodrama.
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