A MESSAGE.
While Rodin sat plunged in ambitious reverie, contemplating the portrait of Sixtus V., good little Father Caboccini, whose warm embraces had so much irritated the first mentioned personage, went secretly to Faringhea, to deliver to him a fragment of an ivory crucifix, and said to him with his usual air of jovial good-nature: "His Excellency Cardinal Malipieri, on my departure from Rome, charged me to give you this only on the 31st of May."
The half-caste, who was seldom affected by anything, started abruptly, almost with an expression of pain.His face darkened, and bending upon the little father a piercing look, he said to him: "You were to add something."
"True," replied Father Caboccini; "the words I was to add are these:
'There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.'"
"It is well," said the other.Heaving a deep sigh, he joined the fragment of the ivory crucifix to a piece already in his possession; it fitted exactly.
Father Caboccini looked at him with curiosity, for the cardinal had only told him to deliver the ivory fragment to Faringhea, and to repeat the above words.Being somewhat mystified with all this, the reverend father said to the half-caste: "What are you going to do with that crucifix?"
"Nothing," said Faringhea, still absorbed in painful thought.
"Nothing?" resumed the reverend father, in astonishment."What, then, was the use of bringing it so far?"
Without satisfying his curiosity, Faringhea replied: "At what hour to-
morrow does Father Rodin go to the Rue Saint Francois?"
"Very early."
"Before leaving home, he will go to say prayers in the chapel?"
"Yes, according to the habit of our reverend fathers."
"You sleep near him?"
"Being his socius, I occupy the room next to his."
"It is possible," said Faringhea, after a moment's silence, "that the reverend father, full of the great interests which occupy his mind, might forget to go to the chapel.In that case, pray remind him of this pious duty."
"I shall not fail."
"Pray do not fail," repeated Faringhea, anxiously.
"Be satisfied," said the good little father; "I see that you take great interest in his salvation."
"Great interest."
"It is very praiseworthy in you.Continue as you have begun, and you may one day belong, completely to our Company," said Father Caboccini, affectionately.
"I am as yet but a poor auxiliary member," said Faringhea, humbly; "but no one is more devoted to the Society, body and soul.Bowanee is nothing to it."
"Bowanee! who is that, my good friend?"
"Bowanee makes corpses which rot in the ground.The Society makes corpses which walk about."
"Ah, yes! Perinde ac cadaver--they were the last words of our great saint, Ignatius de Loyola.But who is this Bowanee?"
"Bowanee is to the Society what a child is to a man," replied the Asiatic, with growing excitement."Glory to the Company--glory! Were my father its enemy, I would kill my father.The man whose genius inspires me most with admiration, respect, and terror--were he its enemy, I would kill, in spite of all," said the half-caste, with an effort.Then, after a moment's silence, he looked full in Caboccini's face, and added: "I say this, that you may report my words to Cardinal Malipieri, and beg him to mention them to--"
Faringhea stopped short."To whom should the cardinal mention your words?" asked Caboccini.
"He knows," replied the half-caste, abruptly."Good night!"
"Good-night, my friend! I can only approve of your excellent sentiments with regard to our Company.Alas! it is in want of energetic defenders, for there are said to be traitors in its bosom."
"For those," said Faringhea, "we must have no pity."
"Certainly," said the good little father; "we understand one another."
"Perhaps," said the half-caste."Do not, at all events, forget to remind Father Rodin to go to chapel to-morrow morning."
"I will take care of that," said Father Caboccini.
The two men parted.On his return to the house, Caboccini learned that a courier, only arrived that night from Rome, had brought despatches to Rodin.