Part 38 (1/2)

And now this big sad-faced preacher--the Irishman again, and the bank!

The more the Judge thought over Dan's quiet words, the more he saw the danger.

So it came about, that the next morning Dan, waiting in his study, received a visitor--the good old Elder--Nathaniel Jordan.

CHAPTER x.x.xIX.

THE VICTORY OF THE ALLY

”So the old Doctor found him in the late afternoon--his great strength shaken by rage and doubt; found him struggling like a beast in the trap.”

Nathaniel was greatly agitated as he faced the minister in the doorway.

He moved unsteadily across the room, stumbling toward the chair Dan offered, and his hand shook so violently that his cane rattled against the window ledge, where he attempted to lay it--rattled and fell to the floor. He jumped in his seat at the sound. Dan picked up the cane and placed it on the table. Then the Elder found his voice--thin and trembling--and said, ”I came about--about Brother Strong, you know.”

”Yes,” said Dan, a great pity for this good old man in his heart. ”Did Judge Strong send anything?”

The Elder fumbled in his pocket and drew out an envelope. He extended it with shaking fingers to Dan, who opened it and examined the contents.

Slowly he replaced them in the envelope and, looking at his visitor, waited.

Again the Elder found his voice and said with a little more self-control, ”A bad business, Brother Matthews; too bad, too bad; poor Brother Strong!”

He shook his head sadly. Dan looked at him curiously, but made no reply.

”Poor Brother Strong,” the Elder repeated. ”Brother Matthews, I want to ask you to use your influence with these people to keep this sad affair from getting out. Do you think they will insist on--ah, on bringing action against Brother Strong now--now that he has--ah, complied with your request?”

”And why,” asked Dan, ”should you wish the matter kept secret?”

The Elder gazed at him blankly. ”Why? Why, on account of the church, of course. Judge Strong is one of our leading members--an Elder. He has been for years. It would ruin us--ruin us!”

”But,” said Dan coolly, ”he is a thief. You must know that he stole this money. Here--,” he stretched forth his hand, holding the envelope, ”here is his confession of guilt.”

The Elder's voice trembled again. ”Brother Matthews! Brother Matthews!

I--I protest! Such language, applied to an Elder is unchristian; you know the scripture?”

”Is it not true?” persisted Dan.

”Ahem! Brother Strong may have made a mistake, may--ah, have done wrong, but the church--the church; we must think of the good name of the cause!

Coming so soon after the revival, too!”

”Am I to understand, then, that the church will keep this man in his place as an Elder; that you will protect him when you know his true character?”

At the question the other stared blankly. ”Why--why how could we get along without him?”

”How can you get along with him?” asked Dan.

”But there isn't a man in Corinth who has done so much for us and for the missionary cause! No, no, we must be more careful, Brother Matthews.”