The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-03-15
WHEY MIR HERBERT LOVED MA.
sONRY.

Ite. Nlf, III one IlUtilenI, ulN
Mrs. Herbert sought in her pocket iol
the rortmonie. in which she had de
posted tie article in question. But il
had nly-terionsly disappeared. and tllt
lady arose hastily, and gave a apit
and star,hing glance u.lder and abou
her seat.
"Oi. sir, have lost my ticket. ant
not only that, hut my money and
checN for my baggage
The 60 al, tor was young mar
who had leen Eut few W eki upon
the road il, his present capacity, and
felt himself greatly elevated in his
pew potion. lTe.prided himself in
his ability to detect any person in an
attempt toiayoitl paying the regular
fare. and had earnestly wished that All
opportunity might offer which would
enable him to prove his superior pow
ers of penetration. and the ease with
which lie could detect imposition.
Here there was case Just suited to
his mind; and be watched Mrs. Her
bert with cool. Strlltinizing. suspi-
cious eye, while she was searching so
eagerly for The missing ticket. With
a still extended hlnd he said, II mu t
have your fare. madam" /"
"But, sir, | have no money; | caii-
not pay You.
"llow far do you wish to go?" he
asked.
II am OH my way TO Boston, where
| reside. | have been visiting rela-
tives in Wisconsin,
"We!l, you can 90 no further on
| this train unless you pay your fare. ,
A bright thought occurred to Mrs.
Herbert. II will place my watch in
your keeping she said; ''when !
reach Detroit will pawn it for mon
cy to pursue my Journey. My hus-
band 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 alI-
thority to do so from the railroad COM
pany, but may upon my own respon-
sibility."
But Mrs. lIerhert's embarra sSment
was lot to I've relieved so readily as she
hoped. Searching for her watch, that
also was not TO be found.
'Oh, what shall do" she said,
her face growing very pale. "Aiy
watch is gone, too. | must have been
robbed in Chicago"
you can leave the train at the
next station" he said quickly and de-
cidelIy; ''that's what you can do
The whistle sounded for down
brakes" and the conductor stepped
ont on the platform of the car. Mrs.
Herbert looked around her. There
were a few passengers i'll the car,
some were reading, some looking out
of the windows on the town they were
entering. No one seemed to have
heard the conversation between the
conductor and herself or at least to
become interested in her behalf.
The train stopped. the conductor
appeared; and taking her shawl and
travelling basket from the rack above
her head, bade her follow lin. In
ten minutes more the train had gone,
and Mrs. Herbert sat alone in the L.
depot, trying to decide upon the
course best to pursue. She had no
money to defray her expenses at a no.
tel, she had nothing with whiNR to
pay a hackman for taking her to one,
but, after a few minutes reflection.
she resolved to inquire for the resi-
dence of the clergyman of that church
of which she was herself a member,
and ask him, III the name of christian
charity and Kindness, to give her a
home until she could send a telegram
to her husband and he could furnish
her with means toreSume her journey.
Inquir.ng of the ticket agent the
name of the clergyman she hoped to
find, being politely directed to his
house she was soon at Ills door and
rang the bell. He answered the sum
nous in person, and in few hurried
sentences she made known her mis-
fortune and her request.
The Rev. Mr.. Ripley was thin. tall
and straight. He was apparently
about forty-five years of age; polished,
but pompous; no particle of dust could
have been found upon his fine, black
broadcloth, or nicely polished boots;
the tie IN his cravat was taultlesS; his !
hair was brushed carefully forward to
conceal coming ba dness. Very digni-
fled, very important, very ministerial,
the reyered gentleman; but
rs Mrs. Herbert looked into his cold |
grey eyes, she felt that bencvolence
was by no means as strong an element
IN his composition rs SelfiShness. Her
heart seemed to chill in his presence;
she could not help contrasting lin, |.
with the good Mr.. Weston
who was pastor of her own church at
home. An. not often had the hand
now thrust into the bosom of the
dresscoat been prompt
I'd by the cold heart beneath ii to |
place bright coin upon the palm of
childhood; not often had his
ootstcps found tlieir way to povc,ty's
loor' Yet this unworthy Representa-
I've of the Christian church preached
'lmrity to his congregation. at least
vice every Sabbath, aud so far as he
himself was concerned, made preach
ng supply the place of practice.
Madam" he said after eycing her J
rom head to foot, ''You have a pretty
tory: but the streets of L. are full {
f such stories at the present day. {
Did listen to one-half hear of tile ,
ind, | should have my house filed
With mendiclnts all the time. aud
crliap' few of them would be worthy $
I MY respect | cannot keep you as I
Gu request"
Mrs. Herbert turned from the in. /
oSpitable door Of the Rev. Mr.. Rip. v
". The cool insolence with which Il