Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-11-12

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or rapidly Of action directly they had
reached their journeys end. lie edgeG
a little neare TO the door. The pseudo
divine went on calmly reading, and
seemed entirely unconscious thai there
vas anyone else in the carriage.
At last the train dashed OUT Of the
open fields and in between rows of
smoky houses; then it slacl1ened and
in a few minutes they had crawled
into Paddington. DR.. Bigworth, with
a sharp Increment, put his hand over
the door and clasped the handle with
his fingers. Fetch the guard" he
whispered to a porter, who lad CONS
civilly uD and said Luggage, sir?"
to his travelling companion. The
porter only stared at him and sup
pressed q smile. But at that moment,
as luck would have it, the guard
CHANGED to pass. Guard" cried Dr..
Bigworth, eXcitedly, Il wish to give
this fellow in charge. | am the bishop
OF Steadminster, though / am aware
don't look exactly like him at this
moment. This villain has taken my
clothes, threatened me, sha-"
At this point the guard, who had
been exchanging signs with the false
bishop at the end Of the compartment,
held up his hand.
Quietly, my man, quietly!" he said,
turning round to wink at an inspector
who stood close by. 'Oh, yes, you're
the bishop Of Steadminster right
enough. Now, just let this other gen.
tleman get out-he's in a hurry-and
then you can tell me all about it."
But l am the bishop, / tell you
you fool" cried the exasperated d.
vine; TASK anyone in the train who
knows me-this mans an impostor."
The impostor meanwhile had quietly
gathered up his bag and the bishops
travelling rug, and was engaged in put
ting or the bishops hat. He bent
across and whispered something rapid
ly into the guards ear.
The guard touched his cap respect
fully. Eyes, m'lord," he said, defer
entially; Il hope he hasn't worried
you much, m'lord?"
Not at all-not at all" said the false
bishop, in a patronizing tone. "If I
weren't in such a desperate hurry I'd
try to find the poor fellows friends.
l fear he's escaped from somewhere.
Good-day."
And before his thunderstruck VIC
tim could attempt to Tecover from his
amazement he had pushed past, hailed
a hanson, and stepped into it. Seeing
his tormentor escape, DR.. Bigworth
dashed out and began TO struggle furi-
ously in his attempts to rush after him.
The guard and four porters held him
back. "He's a criminal, | tell you,"
he cried, in wild excitement; "a GRIM
inal flying from justice. He's got my
keys and my pocket-book-and-and
my beard; he's"
By this time a large crowd had gath
cred, and a couple of policemen from
outside, attracted by the uproar, pro-
SSSdCd w " tuCll STATELY way W
the center. Its a strait weskit e
wants, Bill" observed one of the by
ISLANDERS to another; thinks 'e's a
bishop, do 'e?" Nov, yer reverence"
advised a cheeky boy in the rear, Jest
go along quiet with them gentlemen.
They're a-going to take yer to West
minister Habbey."
The policemen closed upon him, and
before the bishop could move again or
even expostulate he felt two powerful
arms round his chest, and a pair of
hands in front seized his wrists and
snapped on a couple of handouts.
With a furious cry like that of a wild
beast at bay he made a mighty effort
to wrench himself free-something
seemed to snap, the crowd swan be-
fore his eyes, and-and- S. 81 e
The man in the corner was still
there, looking at him certainly, but
with a look of frightened surprise.
"l beg your pardon, sir" inquired the
mai in the corner, timidly, did you
speak?"
"No-no," said the bishop, confused
ly. mo; | ought to apologize, I be-
lieye. I'm afraid-that is to say, I
think I've been asleep" His hand
stole to his chin fearfully. Joy of
joys, his beard was still there, longer
and silkier than ever! He breathed
a huge sigh of relief, and then glanced
quickly at his legs; they were en-
cased in neat CATERS, just as they had
been when he started. The man in the
corner wore a seedy top-coat, and the
bag at his side wouldn't have held
anything bigger than an ordinary-sized
cat.
DR.. BigWorth experienced 6 warm
sensation of intense, radiant gratitude,
such as he had never felt before; q
newborn instinct Of f%riendliness
prompted him to do something for the
man in the rne He picked up his
paper and held it out to him.
"You haven't seen this weeks Sat
urday,' perhaps, sir? he said, atfec-
tionately. There's a capital article
on The Psychology of Dreams
y 3" y Oh, no, you're not depriving
me-pray take it."-London Tit-Bits.