kindly he
looks at me!"

"Yes, he is a kind master."

Then joy slowly entered the heart of the poor sinner. The world is
beautiful. People are good. Life is everlasting. And the Heavenly
Father reigns over all. . . .

The warder looked at his watch. "It is time to return."

Conrad was taken back to his cell. He stumbled over the threshold and
knocked up against the table, it was so dark. But his heart rejoiced.
The world Was beautiful. People were good. . . .

Then, gradually, fear stole back upon him. He was tired and lay down
for a little on the straw. The key grated in the lock. Conrad started
to his feet in terror. What was coming? What was coming?

The father entered quickly and cheerfully. Swinging the manuscript in
his hand, he cried: "Glad tidings! Glad tidings!"

Conrad's hands fluttered to his breast. "Glad tidings? It had come?
Life--to live again?" So he cried aloud. He stood for a moment
motionless, then he sat down on the wooden bench.

"Yes, my son," the monk continued. "We will call the book, 'Glad
Tidings,' I.N.R.I. Glad tidings of a poor sinner. That will suit the
Gospel; that sounds well, does it not?" He stopped and started:
"Ferleitner, what is the matter?"

Conrad had fallen against the wall, his head sunk on his breast. The
breath rattled in his throat. The father reached quickly for the
water-pitcher to revive him. He reproached him good-naturedly for
losing heart so quickly, and bathed his forehead tenderly. Then he
noticed the stillness of the breast and the eyes--how glazed they were!
He shouted for help. The jailer appeared. He looked, paused a moment,
and then said, softly: "It is well."

There was silence. Suddenly the old man cried out: "It is well.
Thou art merciful, Holy God!"

Later, the Franciscan passed through the long passages thanking God
sadly for the blessed miracle of the misunderstanding. At the gate he
met the governor. Heavily, supporting each step by his stick, he came
along. When he saw the monk he went up to him: "My dear father," he
said hoarsely. "I am sorry; you will have a heavy night of it.
Ferleitner, the criminal, will need a priest. To-morrow morning at six
o'clock all will be over."

A short silence. Then the father answered: "Your Excellency, the
criminal, Ferleitner, needs neither priest nor judge. He has been
pardoned."

***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK I.N.R.I.***

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