The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1907-09-19

apartment. he thought he saw his charge
| in deep abstraction. Casting a glance of
| huge contempt at the divine he called
aloud for the good woman of the house
She FASTENED to the summons, with earn
est zeal, entertaining secret hope that
she was to be admitted to the gossip of
death-bed repentance.
Sister" said the minister, in the au-
thoritative tones of a master, 'have you
| in the house The Christian Criminals
Last Moments, or Thoughts on Eternity,
for Them who Die a Violent DeathY"
Il never heard of the book ~ said the
matron, i'm establishment.
Its not unlikely; there are many
books you have never heard of il is i'm
possible for this poor penitent to pass in
peace without the consultations of that vol
ume. One hours reading in it is worth
an age of mans preaching"
BLESS me, what treasure to possess
when was it put out?"
1T was first put out at Geneva. in the
Greek language, and then translated at
Boston. 1t is book. woman. that should
be in the hands of every Christian, espe-
cially such as die upon the gallows. Have
horse prepared instantly for this black.
who shall accompany me. and / will send
| down the volume yet in season. Brother,
compose thy mind; you are now in the
narrow path to glory"
Caesar wriggled little in his chair, but
he had sufficient recollection to conceal
his face with hands that were. in their
turn, concealed by gloves. The landlady
departed to comply with this very reason
able request, and the group of conspira-
tors were again left to themselves.
The man soon returned, and announced
that the horses were at the door. Har-
vey gave the captain a glance, and led
tine way down the stairs, first desiring the
woman to leave the prisoner to himself,
in order that he might digest the whole
some mental food that he had so lately
received.
A rumor of the odd character of the
priest had spread from the sentinel at the
door to his comrades: so that when Har-
vsy and Wharton reached the open space
before the building, they found dozen
idle Dragons lettering about, with the
waggish intention of quizzing the fanatic,
and employed in affected admiration of
the steeds.
"a fine horse ~ said the leader in this
plan of mischief: but little low in
flesh; suppose from hard labor in your
calling"
"My calling may be laborsome to both
myself and this faithful beast, but then a
| day of settling is at hand that will re-
ward me for all my outgoings and incom-
ings," said Birch, putting his foot in the
stirrup and preparing to mount. Caesar.
you can ride up the road and deliver the
note-the unhappy prisoner will be want
ing the book, for his hours are num-
| bered."
"Ay-ay, go along, Cesar, and get the
book" shouted half a dozen voices, all
crowding eagerly around the ideal priest,
in anticipation of a frolic.
What are you at there, scoundrels?"
cried Lieutenant Mason, as he came in
| sight away with every man of you to
your quarters, and let me find that each
horse is cleaned and Uttered when l come
round" The sound of the officers voice
operated like a charm. The peddler took
that opportunity to mount, but he had
to preserve the gravity of his movements !;
| for the remark of the troopers upon the
condition of their beasts was but too just
and a dozen Dragon horses stood sadded
and bridled at hand, ready to receive their
riders at moments warning.
well. have you bitted the poor fellow
Within" said Mason, shat he can take
| his last ride under the curb of divinity,
old gentleman"
"Out upon thee for reviler and scoffer
OF goodness ~ said Birch, moving slowly,
and with due observance of clerical dig
nifty, down the road. followed by the mag
| mary Cesar 'but l leave thee, and that
| behind me that will prove thy condemna-
ton, and take from thee hearty and joy
iul deliverance."
Corporal of the guard corporal Of
the guard ~ shouted the sentinel in the
passage to the chambers; corporal of
the guard corporal of the guard!"
The subaltern flew up the narrow stair
way that led TO the room of the prisoner,
and demanded the meaning of the out
cry. The soldier was standing at the open
door of the apartment, looking in with
suspicious eye on the supposed British
officer. On observing his lieutenant, he
fell back with habitual respect, and re-
piled, with an air of puzzled thought:
II don't know, sir; but just now the
prisoner looked queer. Ever since the
preacher has left him be don't look as he
used to do-but," gazing intently over the
shoulder of his officer, sit must be him,
too! There g the same powdered head,