The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-11-20

for murder than did Mr.. Pennywlse
during that dreadful period of time
which lay between him and Hopes Cor
ners. At last, there they were. Poor
Mr.. Pennywise hurried out of the car
totally forgetting his traveling-bag and
silk umbrella. he inquired OF the
nearest official when he could get back
to Ogrehill and was informed that no
train but the three o'clock train ever
stopped there. So there was nothing
for il but to walk back ; for, OF course,
he must leave the po~cket-book at the
station where the poor woman would
come to look for it and down the track
Mr.. Pennywise started, knowing that
the sun would sink below the horizon
long before he could regain Hopes Cor
ners, and knowing that his Anuie's
mamma expected himto tea at half-past
five o'clock.
Nh. Pennywise reached the station OF
Ogrehill at last. He had walked down
the track in the burning sun. His nose
was scorched, his boots were white with
dust. He was ready to drop with IA
tigue, and his heart ached with remorse.
1t was as much as he could do to ad-
dress the station-master calmly and not
grovel in the dust at his feet and cry,
Here is a thief"
However, he did command himself,
and having explained that he had found
the pocket-book in the cars, and that
he thought a woman in a green shawl
dropped it, placed it in the hands OF
the rather dirty individual-who, fancy
ing him a passenger astray, and at first
inquired what the deuce he wanted
and begging that he would make sure
the woman got it if she came for 1t,
departed in a wretched frame of mind.
He walked n few yards away from
the station, and then sat down under q
tree. Having done what he could, he
was calmer. And now he remembered
that he had left his travelling bag and
umbrella in the car. BY this time they
were-heaven knew where, and, OF
course, his visit to Hopes Corners must
be postponed. He had no collars, no
cuffs, no anything. Besides, he could
not show his wicked face 10 pure, true
Annie Snow.
He would take the next train home.
He would walk back to the station and
get a ticket. Slowly he arose. Slowly
he entered the wooden building and
walked UP to the ticket office.
The first proceeding when n wants
a railway ticket Is to pay for 1t. And
SO Mr. Pennywise put his hand into hls
pocket.
Alas there was no money there. His
pocketbook was gone.
Fitting retribution, said the Rev.
Alfred Pennywise. Fitting retrlbu-
ton"
He walked out into the open air
again. He felt in all his pockets. BE
looked on the ground.
u know now" said he to himself,
"just how that POOR woman felt"
Wretch that / am, l deserve ii :"
He stood still and looked along the
track, not toward Hopes Corners. OF
course he must reach home now as best
he could. 1t would take at least a day
and a half to do the requisite walking.
Already he was hungry. No matter.
1t was his psnance.
He accepted it-not c~heerfully. He
knew he should never be cheerful any
more. but he bowed his head and said
that it was well. And then he turned
up the bottoms of his pantaloons and
started on his pilgrimage. That night
he took a short nap under a hay
stack.
The next morning he found somt
blackberries by the roadside.
At noon the sole of his right shoe had
worked loose. At dusk, the left one.
He tore his pocket handkerchief IN two
and tied them on. 1t had begun to rair
by this time.
But We will lot harrow up your feel
ings any longer. Suffice 1t to say that
ohou+ r,,1pipbt Mr. p~anpvuir,. arrival
at his clearinghouse penniless, shoe
less and drenched to the Skin, anC
begged the frightened servant, in pite
Gus tones, for a cup of tea, and a bite
of anything and that, the next morn
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