Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1896-01-09

Green, tell us what you know about
this matter"
''Elsic and 1 have talked about sweet
hearts"
| Eyes"
"she said she meant to go for Mr.
| Grey"
"Well, and she went for him, I sup.
pose"
"You bet she did, sir ALI the pupils
have been talking about their carry.
ings on"
''Carryings on?"
well, his favoring her, and her never
taking her eyes off him. Oh, she's dead
gone on him, that's certain. Then
| they're always talking and whispering
together"
Anything else?"
'No, think not SIR" and the ami.
| able young lady was allowed to re-
tire, Mr.. Dodd whispering that she was
very reluctant witness, who knew a
great deal more than she chose to tell.
''Now, Mr.. Dodd will please speak. "
''Gentlemen," said the reverend wit
| ness, ''before proceed to make the
| damaging statement 1 am about to
do, would suggest that Mr.. Grey be
given the opportunity to resign and GO
away in peace. If this were done the
exposure might be avoided and the in
quiry end here"
"What do you say to this, Mr.. Grey?''
| asked Wixon.
THAT am only waiting to see what
further infamy you and your tools are
plotting" was the stern response.
"Mr. Dodd will proceed then"
This he accordingly did with great
JUNCTION.
Happening to be in this neighbor-
hood with idle hours on my hands," he
declared, capt. Wixon interested me
in the painful stories which were cur
rent concerning these young people,
which at the time he believed to be
without foundation, and consented to
sift the matter to the bottom. At first
l was convinced that they were simply
indiscreet.''
He paused.
"And what led you to any other con-
clusion?'
1.-THE evidence of my own eyes and
ears"
The silence in the room was intense.
Eyes, Mr.. Moderator, my own unprej-
udiced observation. I myself have
seen her in his room standing near the
window with his arm around her. This
very day, stree preparing these charges,
in company with Capt. Wixon, found
this couple in his class room alone.
The girl was weeping and again and
again crying in deep distress: oh,
what shall I 90 if you go away and
leave me? What shall l do?" He
paused impressively, and, turning to
Grey, demanded: ''Can you deny this,
young man?"
A dead silence followed; even his
friend the prospector eyed the school
master doubtfully.
A deep flush dyed Grey's cheek. ''The
words are truly reported, the interpre-
tation and tone of delivery false as per-
jury"
His explanation hung fire.
Wilders broke the oppressive silence
by asking if he might question the
minister.
NO." said Wixon. eyes," said Ed
gerly, and finally he was allowed to
appear as Grey's friend and adviser.
He addressed Mr.. Dodd
"What church do you be1ong.to, sir?"
''That is no business of yours" was
the sullen response.
Nevertheless" interposed Edgerly,
81 think you should answer"
"Are you ashamed of it?" holly con-
tinued Wilders. ''Speak out, man. Are
you regular parson? Got your certif-
cate? No bogus, and all that kind of
thing?"
"Well, SIR" stammered Dodd, in con-
fusion, II am not what you would call
an ordained priest; we have no such
mummies in our church"
''What is your church,"
'We1l, the Hopkinsites. Our forms
are based on the simple principles of
the early disciples: to whom the spirit
of teaching is given, he goeth out into
the world and preacheth the truth"
"That will do. l guessed as much"
sneered the prospector, as he took his
seat, while the moderator hastily asked
what steps the board would take in the
matter.
''No immediate action" said Eagerly.
eff Mr.. Grey is guilty, he can resign
his position without further scandal, as
understand the proceedings of this
meeting are to be kept secret"
''That's it." interrupted Wixon; ''the
best possible course he can pursue. No
fuss, Called away on urgent private
affairs. Work too much for his consti-
tuition. Must have rest, and"
But" added Edgerly, ''if he is limo
cent he is either the victim of unfortu-
nate circunstantial evidence or of a
deliberate plot to ruin him. In that
case, let him stay and fight it out"
Fright you are, old boy" cried the
prospector, wringing Edgerly's hand.
Sand you bet your bottom dollar, my
man viii stop to face the music"
The meeting was adjourned.
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