"
Nevertheless he determined to go. Old Mr. Carey had never called him
anything but "bishop," and now the boy had a queer feeling as he read
that word on the bill--a feeling that this bishop whom he had never
seen had yet in some way something to do with him--though in what way
he could not imagine.
He thought over the matter through the hours that followed, sometimes
deciding that he would go, and again that he wouldn't, but he found
out where St. Mark's Church was, and at three o'clock he was there.
He gave a little start and a shadow fell upon his face as he saw the
pillared porch and the stone stairway. He seemed to see himself
running up those stairs and stuffing that stolen pocketbook into the
pastor's box that he remembered so clearly. These thoughts were not
pleasant ones to him now, and Tode stopped hesitatingly, undecided
whether to go on or to go in. It was early yet and no one was entering
though the doors stood invitingly open.
While he hesitated, the sexton came out to the steps. Tode remembered
him too, and looked at him with a grin that exasperated the man. "Get
out o' this!" he exclaimed, roughly. "We don't want any o' your sort
'round here."
Of course that settled the matter for Tode. He was determined to go
in now anyhow, but he knew better than to attempt it just then.
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