. The humming top, or, Debit and credit in the next world . umerable orders,member of various learned societies and— Up here we recognize neither knightnor scholar. But your Reverence was a kind ofknight yourself, and wielded a dashingblade in the affair with Malchus. IN THE OTHER WORLD. Peter silently regarded the smiling speak-er. And your Reverence was also a quasischolar—or author—or— On earth I was only a poor fisherman. And yet, continued the Count, witha profound bow, your Reverences Epis-tles are even more celebrated than theworld-renowned letters of Madame de Se-vigne. Again Peter sur
. The humming top, or, Debit and credit in the next world . umerable orders,member of various learned societies and— Up here we recognize neither knightnor scholar. But your Reverence was a kind ofknight yourself, and wielded a dashingblade in the affair with Malchus. IN THE OTHER WORLD. Peter silently regarded the smiling speak-er. And your Reverence was also a quasischolar—or author—or— On earth I was only a poor fisherman. And yet, continued the Count, witha profound bow, your Reverences Epis-tles are even more celebrated than theworld-renowned letters of Madame de Se-vigne. Again Peter surveyed the flatterer inutter silence, but with so penetrating a gazethat the false courtier-eyes drooped beneathit. In the mean time, the three pilgrims hadarrived. No sooner did Saint Peter see the boysinnocent face and crippled body than hesaid kindly: Run in, little one. This is the rightplace for you. The Apostle then turned-to a thick book, DEBIT AND CREDIT upon which, in golden letters, stood Ledger. What is your name ? he asked the 1 Brigitte Stegmaierin, if you please, holySaint Peter, she replied, with a courtesy. Precisely—Brigitte Stegmaierin, re-peated Saint Peter, poring over his , in a grumbling tone, he continued : IN THE OTHER WORLD. Debit: Has a bitter, bad tongue of herown. While—hm ! charged to her Credit-is :— She is grievously poor. Poor ! cried the old crone, weepingand flinging up her arms; God is my wit-ness that is true; and holy Saint Peterhimself knows poverty is a gnawing sweetens nobodys temper. Well, well, said the Apostle gently; go in, granny—go in. In there, there isno more poverty or pain. The young man with the halter aroundhis neck now stepped forward. Your name, demanded Saint Peter. Veit Kratzern. Stole a gold bracelet, read the Apostlewith a frown. Item : A purse full of money. Item : The contents of the contributionbox at St. James church. St. Peter scowled fiercely at the youthwho shook l
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