St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1903-12-19

a make believe. Yes, it all depended
Lon rapidity ct action directly they had
Preached their journeys end. He edged
la little nearer to the door. The pseudo
divine went on calmly reading, and
seemed entirely unconscious that there
was anyone else in the carriage.
At last the train dashed out of the
smoky houses; then it slackened and
in few minutes they had crawled
into Paddington. DR.. Bigworth, with
sharp movement, put his hand over
the door and clasped the handle with
his fingers. Fetch the guard he
whispered to porter, who had come
civilly up and said Luggage, STRIP
to his travelling companion. The
porter only stared at him and sup
pressed smile. But at that moment,
Is luck would have it, the guard
CHANGED to pass. Guard cried DR..
Bigworth, excited!y, Il wish to give
this fellow in charge. am the bishop
OF Steadminster, though l am aware
l 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 / am the bishop, i tell you-
you fool" cried the exasperated di-
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 on the bishops hat. He bent
across and whispered something rapid
ly into the guards ear.
The guard touched his cap respect
fully. Yes, 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 patronizing tone. IF I
weren't IN such desperate hurry I'd
try to find the poor fellows friends
I fear he's escaped from somewhere;
And before his thunderstAlck VIC
tim could attempt to recover from his
he had pushed past, hailed
a hanson, and stepped into it. Seeing
his tormentor escape, DR.. Bigworth
dashed cut and began to struggle furi-
ously in his attempts to rush after him.
The guard and four porters held him
back. Hes criminal, tell you,"
he cried, in wild excitement; "a GRIM
inal flying from justice. He's got my
keys and my pocket-book- and
my beard; hes"
By this time large crowd had gath
cred. and a couple of policemen from
outside, attracted by the uproar, pro-
aeeded 10 force their stately way to
the center. Its a strait weskit e
wants, Bill" observed one of the by
to another; thinks 'e's a
bishop, do 'e?" Nov, yer reverence"
advised a cheeky boy in the rear, "jest
80 along quiet with them gentlemen.
They're a-going to take yer 10 West
Minister Habbey.'
The policemen closed upon him, and
before the bishopscould move again or
even expostulate he felt two powerful
arms round his chest, and a pair of
lands in front seized his wrists and
on couple of handouts. |
With furious cry like that of a wild
'east at bay he made a mighty effort |
o wrench himself free-something
to snap, the crowd swan be-
ore his eyes, and-and-
The man in the corner was still |
here, looking at him certainly, but |
With look Of frightened surprise.
I beg your pardon, SIR" inquired the
nan in the corner, timidly, did you
peak?"
"No-no,' said the bishop, confused
=. mo; I ought to apologize, l be-
leve. I'm afraid-that is to say, I
hink I've been asleep" His hand
tole to his chin fearfully. Joy of
oys, his beard was still there, longer
nd ssilkier than ever! He breathed
huge sigh of relief, and then glanced
uick1y at his legs; they were en-
ased in neat CATERS, just as they had
cen when he started. The man in the
orner wore seedy top-coat, and the
ag at his side wouldn't. have held
nything bigger than an ordinary-sized
at. g
DR.. Bigworth experienced warm
ensation Of intense, radiant gratitude.
UGH as he had never felt before; a
ew- born instinct of friendliness
rompted him to do something for the
ian in the corner He picked up his
aper and held it out to him.
You haven't seen this weeks Sat
rday,' perhaps, sir?" he said, affec-
onetely. There's capital article
a The Psychology of Dreams
- Oh, no, you're not depriving
le-pray take it."-London Tit-Bits.
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