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Denis Quirk had resigned his room to the nurses, and when he slept stretched himself out on the couch in the dining-room. He was watching anxiously for his friend's moment of softening when Desmond would need and ask for a priest. By a special arrangement the Archbishop had granted to Father Healy the permission to attend Desmond, if he desired a confessor.
As a general rule, Father Healy made the longest journey short; to-night he could only pray silently. For he had seen Desmond grow up from infancy to manhood, and had prepared him for the Sacraments. His downfall had been a calamity; his return to the Faith would mean a triumph over the powers of evil.
Molly Healy, the priest's sister, declared that they quarrelled, yet loved, one another, as if they had been sister and brother. Molly Healy herself spent a large part of her life in a struggle for precedence with Mrs. Gorman. But the housekeeper contrived to hold her position of authority. "A child like you," she remarked, "to be troubling herself with the grocer and butcher!
Where would you go but to Ireland?" "Why not America? It is a great country, and cousins of my own in every city. It might be I would find a cousin in Goldenvale itself." "Goldenvale! Father Healy, you are a strange man, a many-sided man, but I don't think you are the best fitted person I would select to be discovering other men's secrets." "Denis Quirk won't help himself.
The men rode in single file, and conversation was limited to disjointed fragments jerked out now and again. After an hour's rough going they reached the foothills, where they could ride two abreast. As they drew nearer to the ranch country, now one and now another turned off with a shout of farewell. Healy accepted Purdy's invitation, and dismounted with him at the Fiddleback.
Slowly its great beauty unfolded itself to him; he found it so wonderful in its perfection, so satisfying that he marvelled at his previous lukewarmness. It was just at this time that a visitor came to see him. Desmond was sitting up in an easy chair; the nurse had gone to another patient while Father Healy and Molly were in Grey Town.
Yet the accent of maturity was on Parnell's leadership; the men whom he led were essentially young. In 1881, when Redmond entered Parliament, Mr. Dillon was thirty, Mr. T.P. O'Connor and Mr. Sexton veterans of thirty-three, Mr. Healy twenty-six. Mr. Dillon. Redmond was younger than any of them, being elected at the age of twenty-four.
He'll say anything, any blessed thing. I prefer Tim Healy, even, to Harcourt. Tim was roughly brought up, and, as he gets his living by politics, he is to some extent excusable. The way that Harcourt attacked the Irish party, so long as Mr. Gladstone attacked them! The things he said, the strong language he used so long as that course pleased Mr. Gladstone!
The present men must either join the swim or be denounced as traitors, and as Healy cannot now visit Dundalk without two hundred policemen to protect him, while William O'Brien was nearly torn to pieces at Cork would, in fact, have been murdered but for the police you may conceive what would be the state of things when we have a Revolutionary party and when the police were no longer under the fair and judicial control of the British Government.
"I hate to be a knocker, Jim, but I've got to trust my own eyes before your indorsement," Healy sneered. "That's your privilege, Brill." "I reckon Jim knows what he's talking about," said Yeager, Senior, with intent to conciliate. "Of course I know you're right friendly with him, Jim. There's nobody more competent to pass an opinion on him.
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