Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1908-09-29
leeH' 10 fairly pulled him inside the

,eer' He fairly pulled him inside the
gate
The puzzled bishop saw the intense
excitement of the others demeanor.
He saw the faint glow in the corner of
the rose window Were there thieves
after the altar plate?
He shook off the eager hand that was
drawing him toward the window
"Not there. Come this way" he said
and hurried toward the porch. He
tried the chapel door. 1t was fast He
had key to this in his pocket BE In
serted it with caution, opened the door
noiselessly and went in, the street
preacher at his heels.
What the bishop saw was photo
graphed instantaneously on his mind
in fiery, indelible colors. 1t ate into his
soul like hot iron into quivering flesh,
soaring itself upon his memory. The
evangelist of the pave had been horTi-
fed shocked to word and action; the
bishop was frozen, inarticuate, In
paled. For any evil in Hugh Stires he
was prepared-since the forgery. But
Hughs companion now was the man
whom he himself had ordained and
anointed by the laying on of hands
with the chrism of his holy ministry.
An irrepressible exclamation burst
from his lips.
With the sound both men at the ia
BILE started TO their feet. Hugh, with
a single glance behind him, uttering a
wild laugh, leaped the railing, dashed
through the study and vanished into
the night. Harry, as though suddenly
turned to stone, stood staring at the
accusatory figure, with the eager form
of the evangelist behind it.
To the bishop it seemed the attitude
of guilt detected.
What was Harry Sanderson thinking
as under that speechless regard he
mechanically gathered the scattered
cards and lifted the little cross and the
unopened bag Of double eagles from
the table? Where was the odd excite
ment, the strange exaltation, that had
possessed him2 The spindles in his
brain had stilled, and an algid calm
had succeeded as abrupt as the quiet,
deadly assurance with which his mind
now saw the pit into which his own
feet had led him.
He blew out the candle, replaced it
carefully in It's altar bracket made
shift to wipe the wax from the table
and slowly. half blindly and without a
word, went into tie study.
The bishop came forward, drew the
key from the inside of the study door,
closed it and locked it from the chapel
side. Harry did not turn, but he was
actually conscious of every sound.
He heard the door shut sharply, the
harsh CRATE Of the key in the lock, and
the sound came to him like the last
sentence-the realization Of a soul on
whom the gate of the good closes for
ever.
In the dark silence of the chapel
Hallelujah Jones smote his thin hands
together approvingly as he followed
the bishop to the outer door. There
the older man laid his hand on his
shoulder.
Let him that thinketh he stand
eth" he said take heed lest he fall!
Let not this knowledge be spread
abroad that it make the unrighteOus
to blaspheme. When you pray for
your own soul tonight pray for the
soul Of that man from whom Gods
face is turned away"
Something in the churchless evan
gelist bowed to the voice of ecclesias-
teal authority. He went without a
word.
In the study Harry Sanderson stood
for a moment with the cards and the
bag Of double eagles in his hand. FL
nally he put the cards and the canvas
bag methodically into the safe and