Indiana American., 1854-01-06
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small country-house OF no very invi-
ting aspect. TDa
The person thus addressed turned
and fixed pair OF mild. yet steady
and penetrating eyes upon the speaker.
Which way. slr,.nger?' was repeat
ed. though in modified and more re-
spcctlul tone Of voice.
Who lives there?' said the stranger,
pointing to the house just in view from
the road.
Dick Jones" was answered.
What Kind of man is he?' next in
quired the stranger.
Rather hard case. You had bet
ter not gotherc.'
why?
'Aini you the man that sells Bibles
and talks religion
Suppose am
Take friends advice. and keep
away from Dick Jones. He'll insult
you-may be, do worse
Il receon not replied the colpor-
tcur--for such he was.
'Hc will, as sure as fate. I've
h.,rd hin, cav over and over AGAIN.
that IL one of you Bible sellers dared
to come inside Of his gate he'd set his
dog on you. And he's just the man
TO keen his word. So, take a friends
advice, and let him alone. No good
will come ofit.'
HAS he wife and ~children?' in
ouired the colporteur.
"A wife and two little boys
What kind of woman is his wife?'
o, she'll do well enough. But
neirhbors don't 90 there much ON ac-
count Of her husband, who is very
imp Of Satan, il the truth must be spo-
ken.
Like the blessed Master was re-
piled to this. L come not to call the
righteous, but sinners to repentance
OF all things in the world. the Bible is
most needed at Dick Jones'; and ann
bound to place one there
%, very well. Follow your own
bent. said The farmer. slightly annoy
ed at the others's pertinaciIy.
You'll remember that warned you
when his dogs are ut your heels. or his
hosewhip over your shoulders. So.
good morning to you.'
Good morning, returned the stran.
ger. cheerfully. us ke threw open the
ill-hung gate, and entered the forbid.
den ground of Dick Jones.
Now. our brave friend, the colpor-
teur, was not strong, r bust man.
able to meet and resist physical vio-
lencc, In the use of carnal weapons,
he had no skill. But he had conf
dent spirit, astrong heyat, and, above
all, an unwav,ring confidence in the
protecting power OF Him in whose ser.
vice he was devoting his life.
Even on the grounds OF Dick Jones.
the birds sung sweetly, the cool breezes
sporied amid the leafy branches, and
the breaths of thousand flowers
mingled their fragrance on the air;
and even as the colportcur irod those
grounds, he felt and enjoyed the tran
quill beauty and peace OF nature
There was no shrinking in his heart.
lie was not in terror Of the lions that
crouched on his path. Soon he stood
ut the open door Of house. around
which was no air Of comfort, nor a
single vesiige of taste.
Who's there? What's wanted?'
was the repulsiye salutaiion OF wo-
man. who hurriedly drew an old
handkerchief across her brown neck
and half exposed bosom on seeing n
straneer.
May Gods peace be on this housel'
said the colporteur. in low, reverent
voice, as he stood, one foot on the
ground. and the othcrucross the thrcsh-
old.
A change passed instantly over the
woman's face. Its whole expression
softened. But she did not invite the
stranger to enter.
'Go--gov she said, in a hurried
voice. Go away quicklyl Ny hus-
band will be here directly, and he
She paused, leaving the sentence
unfinished, ms il reluctant to speak what
was in her mind.
WHY should oo auickly? asked
the stranger, as he stepped into the
room, taking Oft his hat respectfully.
and seating himself in chair wish
to see and speak with your husband
Mr.. Jones. | believe. is his nameY'
Yes. sir. his name is Jones But
h. don't want to see YOU
Don't want 10 see NE, How do vou
know? Who am 10
i don't know your name. Air, mn.
swcred the woman timidly. hut |