The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-09-25
The Fourth National Bank
Our Daily $bort Story

I she had finished. If your husband | is the kind of man l take him to be, can accomplish nothing by reason ing with him. And this other man | will go on the witness stand against you. You must meet everything with a flat denial Admit nothing. Ex- plain nothing. Do not be downcast. will pray for you. Though every thing may seem black, even up to the l eleventh hour--if they push you so hard-you shall be delivered. Fear not"
 l Y thank you Father" she naur- mured. She kissed his hand, and left him, feeling comforted and tranquil. She did not know what he meant; but the strength and confidence of the man were infectious.
 l Horace TFavers pressed his suit for divorce. The day set for the trial came, He gave evidence--the plain, bald statement that he had met his wife coming out of Arthur Lester's room after eleven o'clock at night. carrying part of her clothing in her I arms.
 Lester followed him. He still hoped to make this woman his wife, after Travers should have obtained his de- cree. and for that reason he did not wish to smirch her character more than was necessary to gain the imme- diate purpose of the trial. He swore to the fact that Mrs. TrAvers had come to his room at ten o'clock on the night mentioned by her husband; that he had been there all the time; and that she had remained with him until after eleven o'clock.
 As Mrs. Travers's lawyer rose to address the court, a tall man, of com manding figure. clad in monastic garb. leaned over and whispered to him.
 The lawyer spoke briefly, intimat- ing that his defense consisted In a flat denial of every statement that had been made by the plaintiff and his witness. He called the Rev. David IBallantyne.
 T will ask the witness to tell his own story" said the lawyer. Tt will not be necessary for me to lead him" Shortly before ten o'clock on the night mentioned by the two last wit nesses," said Father Ballantyne. T met Mrs. Travers in the hall of the hotel, and we went together on to the upper veranda. We passed onto it through the door in the hall: and we remained talking together there until half-past eleven o'clock. Then I es- corted Mrs. Travers along the hall to her own room. The door was op- ened by MT. Travers. He asked me lin; but I pleaded the lateness of the hour as an excuse, and went to my iroom."
 That is all your honor," said the defendants lawyer.
 T would like to ask the witness d few questions" said counsel for the plaintiff Now, sir. what did you and Mrs. Travers find so interesting to talk about on this particular evening, that you should be sitting together un- til nearly midnight?"
 The secrets of the confessional are not revealed" said Father Ballan- tyne, with an impressive gesture.
 The motion for a decree was denied. Mrs Travers went back to her sisters house, and two hours afterwards her husband came seeking her--suing for pardon.
 Lester has gone away" he said. He sent me note. admitting that he himself had trapped you into his room by changing the number on the door and then making the number right again after you mad got inside. He stole out through the bedroom door to put the figure r there again in place of the T. He admits that yOu were not aware of the mistake you had made until a minute before you rushed from the room as I saw you. Can you ever forgive me, Oliver"
 And she had forgiven him freely They had lived together another hap py year since then. Driving home to dinner together one evening MT. Tray CTS had called his wife's attention to the figure of a man walking slightly ! ahead of them-a maA with a dinner pail. With a little cry, she stopped the carriage and jumped to the street, , She came upon the man before he saw her and seized his arms In both her hands.
 Father Ballantyne-oh, nay father
 how is 1t that find you thus?" q have changed my occupation child" he said. with his old sweet smile.
 And -I know it--I was the cause of it all"
 "yes-in a way. But it was a grea, serYIce that you did me-in being the means of my changing my monks froclk for a workmans coat. I acted rightly in what l did for you. But of course, it would not have looked we'll for a minister of religion to bave had to face a charge of perjury. Rut
 believe me, I would do 1t again Cor you, and hold 1t no sin" "of father-you have made an nv. ful sacrifice for me-"
 'Nay-for eternal justice" And you are working as a carmen. ter"
 Yes. I have found my vocation. am doing better work for my mastA, than I ever did before I am follow. ing not only his profession, but alse his trade"
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