A Waif of the Plains eBook

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When he reached the college the Angelus had long since rung.  In the corridor he met one of the Fathers, who, instead of questioning him, returned his salutation with a grave gentleness that struck him.  He had turned into Father Sobriente’s quiet study with the intention of reporting himself, when he was disturbed to find him in consultation with three or four of the faculty, who seemed to be thrown into some slight confusion by his entrance.  Clarence was about to retire hurriedly when Father Sobriente, breaking up the council with a significant glance at the others, called him back.  Confused and embarrassed, with a dread of something impending, the boy tried to avert it by a hurried account of his meeting with Susy, and his hopes of Father Sobriente’s counsel and assistance.  Taking upon himself the idea of suggesting Susy’s escapade, he confessed the fault.  The old man gazed into his frank eyes with a thoughtful, half-compassionate smile.  “I was just thinking of giving you a holiday with—­with Don Juan Robinson.”  The unusual substitution of this final title for the habitual “your cousin” struck Clarence uneasily.  “But we will speak of that later.  Sit down, my son; I am not busy.  We shall talk a little.  Father Pedro says you are getting on fluently with your translations.  That is excellent, my son, excellent.”

Clarence’s face beamed with relief and pleasure.  His vague fears began to dissipate.

“And you translate even from dictation!  Good!  We have an hour to spare, and you shall give to me a specimen of your skill.  Eh?  Good!  I will walk here and dictate to you in my poor English, and you shall sit there and render it to me in your good Spanish.  Eh?  So we shall amuse and instruct ourselves.”

Clarence smiled.  These sporadic moments of instruction and admonition were not unusual to the good Father.  He cheerfully seated himself at the Padre’s table before a blank sheet of paper, with a pen in his hand.  Father Sobriente paced the apartment, with his usual heavy but noiseless tread.  To his surprise, the good priest, after an exhaustive pinch of snuff, blew his nose, and began, in his most lugubrious style of pulpit exhortation:—­

“It has been written that the sins of the father shall be visited upon the children, and the unthinking and worldly have sought refuge from this law by declaring it harsh and cruel.  Miserable and blind!  For do we not see that the wicked man, who in the pride of his power and vainglory is willing to risk punishment to himself—­and believes it to be courage—­must pause before the awful mandate that condemns an equal suffering to those he loves, which he cannot withhold or suffer for?  In the spectacle of these innocents struggling against disgrace, perhaps disease, poverty, or desertion, what avails his haughty, all-defying spirit?  Let us imagine, Clarence.”

“Sir?” said the literal Clarence, pausing in his exercise.

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