The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1870-01-06
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WHY MRS. HERRERT LOVED MA
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had mysteriously DISAPPEARED; and the
lady rose hastily, and cast a rapid
searching glance under and about her
seat.
80, sir, have lost my ticket, and
rot only that, my money and my
checks for my baggage!'
The conductor was young man
who had been but few weeks upon
the road in his present capacity; and
ne felt himself greatly elevated in
his new position. He prided him
self in his ability to detect any
/ person in an attempt to avoid paying
/ the regular fare, and he earnestly wish
ed that an opportunity might offer,
which would enable him to prove his
superior powers of penetration, and
the ease with which he could detect
imposition. Here, then, was case
just suited to his mind and he watch
ed Mrs. Herbert with a cold scrutini-
zing eve, while she was searching so
eagerly for the missing ticket. with
still extended hand, he said, Il must
have your fare, madam"
But, sir, 1 have no money; l cam
not pay you"
'How far do you wish to go?" he
asked.
81 am on my way to Boston, where
1 reside. 1 have been visiting rela-
tives in Wisconsin"
swell, you can go no further on
this train unless you can pay your
/ fare"
A bright thought occurred to Mrs.
Herbert.
II viii place my watch in your
/ keeping" she said "when I reach
Detroit l will pawn it for money to
pursue my journey. My husband will
send for, and redeem it."
'That will do" said the conductor.
81 will take your watch, and give you
a check for Detroit. | have no author
/ ity to do so from the Railroad Compa-
ny, but may upon my own responsible
ity."
/ But Mrs. Herbert's embarrassment
was not to be relieved so readily as
she hoped. Searching for her watch,
that also was not to be found.
"Oh, what shall l do ?'' she said, her
face growing very pale. "My watch is
/ gone, too! / must have been robbed
in Chicago"
'YOu can leave the train at the next
station, " he said quickly and decided
/ ly that's what you can do"
"The whistle sounded for down
brakes" and the conductor stepped
out upon the platform of the car. Mrs.
Herbert looked around her. There
were but few passengers in the car;
/ some were reading, some were looking
out upon the town they were just en-
tering. No one seemed to have heard
the conversation between the conduc-
tor and herself, or at least to become
1 interested in her behalf
The train stopped the conductor APP
peared and taking her shawl and
travelling basket from the rack above
/ her head, bade her follow him. In ten
minutes more the train had gone, and
! Mrs. Herbert sat alone in the ladies'
/ waiting room of the l. depot, trv-
+ ing to decide upon the corrse best to
+ pursue. She had no money to defray
her expenses at hotel, she had moth
ing to pay hackman for taking her TO
/ one; but, after a few moments of re-
| Election, she resolved to inquire the res
idence of the clergyman Of that church
of which she was herself a member,
and ask him in the name of christian
charity and Kindness, to give her a
/ home until sh could send her hus-
band telegram, and he could furnish
her money to pursue her journey.
Inquiring of the ticket agent the
name OF the clergyman she hoped to
find, and being politely directed to his
house, she was soon at the door and
rang the bell. He answered the sum-
mons in person, and in a few hurried
4 sentences she made known her
misfortunes and her request.
The Rev. Mr.. Ripley was thin, tall,
and straight. He was apparently for
ty-fve years of age; polished, but
| pOmpOus; no particle of dust could
| have been found on his fine broadcloth;
or nicely polished boots; the tie in his
cravat was faultless; his hair was brush.
ed carefully forward TO conceal a com.
ing badness. Very dignified, very
| important, very ministerial appeared
/ the reverend gentleman but as Mrs.
| Herbert looked iujo his cold gray eyes
she felt that benovolence was by no
means as strong an element in his
| composition as selfishness. Her heart
seemed to chill in his presence; she
could not help eonstrastjng him, men,
tally, with the good Mr.. Weston
the pastor Of her own church at home
All, not often had the hand now thrust
into the bosom of his tightly buttoned
dress coat been prompted by the cold
heart beneath, to place bright LITTLE
coin upon the palm Of beggared child
hood-not often had his footstep:
found their way to poverty's door
Yet this unworthy representative o.
the Christian church preached charity
to his rich congregation at least twice
every Sabbath; and so far as he him
self was concerned, made preaching
supply the place of practice.
Madame" he said, after eyeing hel
from head to foot, ''you have pretty
story; but the streets of L. are full
of such stories at the present day.