The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-01-26

"Ho. then, SIR cried Johnson, in an out
ragged tone, you hold with letting a wife
trapes about
NO" answered the minister. II don't.
But I don't hold with letting a husband
trapes about either. And if ii isn't ridic-
ulous in a wife TO be patient and forgiving
with her husband-and 1 don't suppose
you'd say it is-why should it be ridiculous
in husband TO be patient and forgiving
with his wife?
Johnson stared from the fat soft Waddy
to the soft, fat minister and exclaimed:
We'll I'm hanged" He could say no
more. and, the train drawing up at a sta
ton at that moment, he and his cronies got
out.
The train pulled on, and the minister, left
alone with Waddy, sat the edge of the
seat with his hands on his knees, doubtful
what 10 do or say. He believed he ought,
as minister of the gospel. to utter serious
words of counsel to the poor man; but he
could not. There are troubles and crisis in
life when words are of no avail and silence
is best. While thinking such things he
suddenly became aware that the white,
| puffy hand of Waddy was beating and
padding at the seat more wildly, more
helplessly than before, and that his great
round shoulders were working with kind
Of sobbing, painting motion. By inclining
little he something of Waddys face,
and he was shocked to observe that the
great fellow was crying. But the tears did
not come easily; they ooZed as If wrung
from him by intense agony. SYM
| pathetic moisture gathered in the minis
| ter's own eyes, and he longed to say a
kindly word or two. But the train slowed
to enter the junction. On rising to leave
the carriage he encountered Waddys tear
full eyes. He held out his hand. Waddy
took it 6he white puffy hand was cold and
shaky) and spoke.
Take good look. sir.' said he. "They
may want you to peel me again.
Wondering what that might mean. the
minister got out, while a passing porter
called: Five Gates! Five Gates"
He walked along the platform to make
inquiry for train TO carry him on to East
Breakstead. He encountered the station
master himself and was somewhat sur
prised with the eager attention which that
| lofty official bestowed upon him.
East Breakstead?" said he, looking
sharply at Mr.. Dexter. ''Have you got
your ticket?''
The minister showed his ticket, and his
surprise grew to discover that two young
men had come up to look at the ticket over
| the stationmaster's shoulders.
Yes" said one of them; that's IT, Five
seven-nought-three.' CWhy should they
bother, Mr.. Dexter wondered, about the
number of his ticketO That's it," And
they looked from the ticket TO the minister,
as if it were his photograph and they were
judging of the likeness.
We'll" said the minister, when is there
| a train?"
Come with me into the Office" said the
stationmaster, solemnly, land I'll tell you
all about the trains
The stationmaster walked beside him and
the two young men followed, and as they
moved toward the office the train which
the minister had left moved out of the sta
ton. He looked for the face of Waddy as
the windows filed past, but he did not
see it.
He was surprised that he was led to thu
| stationmaster's own peculiar office, and he
was still more surprised when he had en-
tered there to see appear, as if they had
come in a great heat and hurry two police
men, one of whom was a sergeant. But he
was surprised beyond all knowledge when
this sergeant began to question him.
| What is your name?" he asked, and so
forth, and wrote the answers down on a
big sheet of paper. Finally he said: II
have to arrest you on suspicion of an at
tempt on the life of Helen Waddy"
Il know nothing of Helen Waddyv ex-
claimed the minister, with a terrible sus-
piciOn in his mind.
And you never heard suppose" said
the sergeant. 'of a man called Waddy?"
The minister blinked moment. He could
not say that, but he could with easy con-
science declare: I'm not Waddy, though
you may think I am.
"Well, you see," said the sergeant. cts
not for me to settle that one way or t'other.
but the justices are sitting at this moment.
and you must come along, and they'll settle
it for you what you are"
But the minister did not yet fully realize
his situation. NONSENSE" he said. lyon
are making a mistake. 1 must go on to
East Breakstead. I'm due there now 1
have to preach there tomorrow. L am a
minister, Mr.. Dexter, Of the Bethesda
Chapel at Kirkton."
We'll said the sergeant, with the plain
est unbelief on his face ST never see a
minister in such a rig as yours before"
There's no rule" said Mr. Dexter. in
evaporation, that prevents a minister
from dressing as he pleases."
Maybe no." said the sergeant ''but, as
a rule. ministers don't dress like that At
any rate, you must come along o. me to
the justices. They'll settle it for you
An instant's reflection showed Mr. Dex-
ter that resistance would be both undig-
nified and hopeless But the remarkable
thing-as he confessed TO himself and to
others afterwards-is that he was not for
| q moment tempted to tell what he know
of Waddy, TO say: 1.-The man you want
has gone on In the train without a ticket,
believe" He sincerely pited Waddy, and
without thinking of the consequences, he
could not tell upon HIM
The village, or hamlet, of Darnley, to
which Five Gates Junction served as a
railway station, was more than a mile off,
and to convey their prisoner there the DO
licemen had a commodious spring cart. In
a quarter Of an hour the minister was
driven up to the door of the little court
house, seated between the two constables.
and in minute or two more. with his bag
in the hand of the constable on his right.
he stood before the bench Of justices The
chairman was old gentleman with a
| white moustache and a bald head who