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"Now, there's the Pririces," contin
ued his visitor. "That Prince woman
is a regular nagger. She was telling
Mrs. Bates, her sister, only yester
day, that if ever the chance came
again she would never marry a man
who smoked. She said tobacco was
worse than liquor."
John Curtice listened in pained si
lence. "And the Howards don't get along
together at all," continued Miss Ben
nett "Nor do the Rangers. But, as
I was saying, nobody can blame you."
She left him, well satisfied with her
morning's work by seeing Rev. John
Curtice in a condition approaching
Two days later the locur: tenens,
Mr. Halford, arrived. There was
much to be done before the pastor
could depart. Mr. Halford was in
troduced to a number of the parish
ioners, and was made acquainted
with the condition of the various so
cieties. Then came the debacld, which was
to create more excitement in Staple
ville than a, tifeSiddfitial election or
an earthquiSeBf fcfle fall of the Met
ropolitan lift t8wWlf it.eoiild fall.
Miss Befinett Was" tfl feBflgr 6! this
choice piece 6$ hews.
"I heard him wltfi my own ears
last night," sfi told the exSted listen
ers at th Dorcas meeting. "I had
gone to his Jibhse .18 ask hint whether
he had fold Mr. Halford about that
new altar cloth we were to have iiext
Sunday, but seeing Mr. Halford sit
ting with Mr. CurticS by the window,
I naturally hesitated to go iri, being
a single woman. And then I heard
.Mr. Curtice say, in a most solemn
" 'Yes, I fiave deceived everybody.
I have liveM a lie all these years, but
now I can hve it no longer, and I am
going away to hide my heatf from
these good people whdm I have
wronged. I have' neve beSn ordained
a minister. I am an impostor.' "
"Sakes alive, you must have been"
dreaming, Bessie!" exclaimed Mrs.,
' Baf es "I met him cm his wajF to the
depot this morning, and I never saw
a cheerier man or one with the look
of a better conscience on his face."
But the excited chatter was inter
rupted by an unusual circumstance.
Two ladies had fainted. One was
Mrs. Prince. The other was Martha
"Bessie, Bessie!" gasped Mrs.
Prince, when at last she had been re
stored, "can you look me in the face
and tell me that?"
"Yes, my dear, it is true gospel
true' answered Miss Bennett, with
an inward sense of playing a pro
"And do you knpw what it means?"
gasped Mrs. Prince.
"That Jack and I have never been
married, that's all." And Martha
Dunn, who was in the process of re
turning to consciousness, promptly
The consternation in Stapleville
can be better imagined than de
scriB&i. The whole tbwn was buzzing
aJJdtit Mfc Halferd's ears: In vain, he
protested that; b the- bist df his be
llefT Mr. Gurtiee was an' ordained
clergyman; he-told how highly he
was esteemed in the diocese. Finally
a telegram was sent to the pastor
urging him to return at once.
He came oh the next train, sensing
misfortune. He was met by an ex
cited crowd. They stirrounded him,
accusing, clamoring; they followed
him to his home, and it was only
when he laid his proofs of ordination
before them that they turned upon
Miss Bennett, who had prudently fled
as soon as she saw that Mr. Curtice
had justified himself.
"You can't think what a relief it
has been to u, Mr. Curtice," sobbed
Mrs. Prince, clinging to her embar
rassed husband. "We've lived a hap
py married life so long and it seemed
so cruel to be told '
"And James and I," wept Martha
Diinn. "After our years of love and
mutual sacrifice to have such a