The appearance of his
rustic companion likewise attracted attention. Certainly, Mr.
Montgomery (it makes little difference what we call him) did not
exhibit the slightest appearance of apprehension, but his manner
was quite cool and self-possessed. He made his way to that part
of the counter attended by the clerk with whom he had before
spoken. He observed with pleasure and relief that the man who
had questioned his identity with any of the ministers of Hayfield
Centre was no longer in the store. This would make the recovery
of the ring considerably easier.
"Well, sir," he said, addressing the clerk, "I suppose you did
not expect to see me again so soon?"
"No, sir."
"Nor did I expect to be able to return for the ring before
to-morrow, not supposing that I could bring witnesses to prove
that I was what I represented. But fortunately I met just now a
young friend, who can testify to my identity, as he has heard me
preach frequently in Plainfield, where he resides. Mr. Young,
will you be kind enough to tell this gentleman who I am?"
"Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre," said the youth, confidently.
"You have heard me preach, have you not, in Plainfield?"
"Yes," said the young man, fully believing that he was telling
the truth.
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