may throughout the congregation. The minister's wife was up the pulpit stairs in an instant, and she was followed by the chairman and the young Mr. Lloyd. Between them they carried the minister down into the vestry, where a few others presently assembled.
"Will you run for a doctor, Mr. Lloyd?" said the chairman.
Hearing the name "Lloyd," and seeing a man in minister's attire, Mrs. Murray guessed the truth at once.
"I think," said she," there is no need for a doctor, my husband has only fainted. He has been terribly worried all the year, and the last week or two especially has told on him."
"I thought the other night," said the chairman, "that he looked ill."
"He has not been well since," said she; and she continued, turning to Mr. Lloyd, "I believe he was the more upset that he thought an accident had happened to you in the train, Mr. Lloyd."
"Oh," said the young man, "it was nothing. It really served me right for leaning against a door that was unlatched. I picked myself up all right."
The chairman and the others stared; they clearly had heard nothing of that.
"He is coming round," said the wife. "If someone will kindly get me a cab, I'll take him home."
*****
That is the story of the unconfessed crime of the minister of Upton Chapel, who is to-day known as a gentle, sweet, and somewhat shy man, good to all, and especially tender and patient with all wrong-doers.
