, 1885-10-07

consolation for him. Conscience awokc
from her temporary sufrocation and
pointed her finger at him and said:
You are n thief. You might as we'll
have stolen that pocket-book You've
broken a commandment. Can You ever
show your face in the pulpit again. I'm
ashamed of YOU
The Rev. Mr.. P%ennywiso writhed in
torture; he hid his face in his haudker-
chief, and fairly groaned. Awful
thoughts possessed him. Pcrhapi this
pocket book held the little all # some
poor widow; perhaps she would suffer
for want of il. He might now hold in
his hand the bread OF fathcrles5 chill
dren-hc who had thought himself so
good. Men have suffered less It.
morse for murder than did Mr..
P%eumywisc during that dreadful
period Of time which lay between him
and Hopes Corners. At last there they
were. Poor Mr.. Pennywise hurried out
Of the car, totally forgetting his travel
ing-bag and silk umbrella. He inquired
of the nearest official when he could gel
back to Ogrchill, and was informed that
no train but the 3 O'Clock ever stopped
there. SO there was nothing for 10 but
TO walk back; for, OF course, lie must
leave tho pocket book at tho .taiion
where the poor woman would come 10
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 Corners, and
knowing that his Armies mamma y
pected him to tea at $50 O'Clock.
Mr.. Pennywise reached the station OF
n.-.lsn "a IT, IL. I.I .rulE.I .I,...
the track in the burning sun His nose
was s%corched, his boots were white with
dust. He was ready to drop with
fatigue, and his heart aehed with re-
morse. 1t was as much AS he could
do to address the station master calmly
and not groyel in the dust 81 his fee.
and cry. Here is Il 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 il, placed it in the hands of the
rather dirty individual-who, fancying
him a passenger astray, had at first in
quired what the deuce he wanted-and
begging that he would make sure the
woman got it if she came for it, de-
parted in a wretched frame Of mind.
He walked a few yards away from tho
station. and then sat down under q tree.
Having done what he could, ho was
calmer. And now he remembered that
he had left his travelling bag aud INN
brella in the ear. BY this time they
were-Heayen 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 to 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 tieket-offiee.
The first proceeding when ono wants
n railway ticket is to pay for it. And so
Mr. Pennywise put his hand in his
pocket.
Alasl there was no money there. His
pocket-book was gone.
Fitting %retribution,r said the Rev.
Alfred Pennywise. Fitting retribu
ton"
He walked out into the open air again.
He felt in all his pockets, lie looked on
the ground,
L hnpN iOMs Ht Nsill ~ nlul0tlls
"just how that poor woman felt. Wretch
that | am, | deserve it,"
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 probably take NJ
least n day and n half to do the requis
tie walking. Already he was hungry.
No matter. 1t was his penance.
He accepted it-not cheerfully. 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 n hay stack.
The next morning he found some
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 Of 1t had begun to rain by
this time.
But we will not harrow up your feelings
any longer. Suffice it to say that about
midnight Mr.. Pennywise arrived Mt his
clearinghouse penniless, shoeless, and
drenched to the skin, and begged tho
frightened servant, in piteous tones for n
cup Of tea, and a bite Of anything; and
that the next morning he was very i'll.
just a week from that day, as he sat
in his arm chair, n young man desired to
see him. Being ushered in, he proved
to be a stranger, who blushingly refused
to be seated, and inquired if Mr.. Penny
wise had not lost q pocket-book.
Then" said the youth, this is yours.
1t was found in the train and left with
father, who is station-master at Ogre
hill. II has your name and address in
side, so | thought I'd bring it in when ]
came. Father says Il very unhappy
looking kind Of young man, that
looked like a minister himself. left it.
But he said a woman with a green shaw
dropped it. That must have been "A
mistake. Glad to return il. No trouble
oh, dear, no. Had a call TO make in
this street. Good afternoon"
And the boy went Off,
Mr.. Pennywiso examined the pocket
book. IL was the one he had lost. II
was also the one he had found. 1t was
his own poekot-book that Mr.. Pcnnywise
had seen upon the car-seat and had picked
up. 1t was his " pocket-boOk that
had given him such agonies Of remorse
and that he had delivered over to the sta
tion-master. If he had opened it he
would have known it at once. Yes, 1t
was and always had been his own, aud
not that woman's. 5ITid-Bits.
The body Of n drunkard was recently
brought into Guys hospital. His body
was very much bloated and upon being
punctured and a lighted match applied
The gas which escaped burned with the
ordinary flame Of carburetted hydrogen.
As many rs n dozen Of these flames were
burning at the same time London
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