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Oh, I'm acting like a baby but I didn't think you'd be this way, and I oh, Kieth Kieth " He took her hand and patted it softly. "Here's the bus. You'll come again won't you?" She put her hands on his cheeks, add drawing his head down, pressed her tear-wet face against his. "Oh, Kieth, brother, some day I'll tell you something."
"Youth shouldn't be sacrificed to age, Kieth," she said steadily. "I know," he sighed, "and you oughtn't to have the weight on your shoulders, child. I wish I were there to help you." She saw how quickly he had turned her remark and instantly she knew what this quality was that he gave off. He was SWEET. Her thoughts went of on a side-track and then she broke the silence with an odd remark.
"I see what you mean. I've known old priests who had it." "I'm talking about young men," she said rather defiantly. They had reached the now deserted baseball diamond and, pointing her to a wooden bench, he sprawled full length on the grass. "Are these YOUNG men happy here, Kieth?" "Don't they look happy, Lois?" "I suppose so, but those YOUNG ones, those two we just passed have they are they ?
A wonderful character, Lois; you'll meet him later. Sort of man you'd like to have with you in a fight." Lois was thinking that Kieth was the sort of man she'd like to have with HER in a fight. "How did you how did you first happen to do it?" she asked, rather shyly, "to come here, I mean. Of course mother told me the story about the Pullman car." "Oh, that " He looked rather annoyed.
Her mind gripped at it, clung to it finally, and she felt herself calling again endlessly, impotently Kieth Kieth! Then out of a great stillness came a voice: "BLESSED BE GOD." With a gradual rumble sounded the response rolling heavily through the chapel: "Blessed be God." "Blessed be His Holy Name." "Blessed be His Holy Name." Everything blurred into a swinging mist.
And there was Regan with a scarred face and piercing intent eyes that followed her about the room and often rested on Kieth with something very like worship. She knew then what Kieth had meant about "a good man to have with you in a fight." He's the missionary type she thought vaguely China or something.
"It's been such a short afternoon," he sighed, "and I'm so sorry you were sick, Lois." "Kieth, I'm feeling fine now, really; I wish you wouldn't worry." "Poor old child. I didn't realize that Benediction'd be a long service for you after your hot trip out here and all." She laughed cheerfully. "I guess the truth is I'm not much used to Benediction. Mass is the limit of my religious exertions."
"I want Kieth's sister to show us what the shimmy is," demanded one young man with a broad grin. Lois laughed. "I'm afraid the Father Rector would send me shimmying out the gate. Besides, I'm not an expert." "I'm sure it wouldn't be best for Jimmy's soul anyway," said Kieth solemnly. "He's inclined to brood about things like shimmys.
"An old lady who comes here to Mass sent Kieth this ice-cream," whispered Jarvis under cover of the laugh, "because she'd heard you were coming. It's pretty good, isn't it?" There were tears trembling in Lois' eyes. Then half an hour later over in the chapel things suddenly went all wrong.
. . . She was calling, felt herself calling for Kieth, her lips mouthing the words that would not come: "Kieth! Oh, my God! Suddenly she became aware of a new presence, something external, in front of her, consummated and expressed in warm red tracery. Then she knew. It was the window of St. Francis Xavier.
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