The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-11-30
IJ,I HOODS EIEiF.

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IIN MOOD BIElF.
Years Gro vbvu r0staI arrange
/ Iueu.- were not NJ perfect 10 t.cs
/ a-s TOW, the mail wa. carried tc
tween Boston sad tuc IIttIo town Of
Primrose by young fellow uumyJ
| John llcis'g, who usel hs eye.
uut hs tats we'll, and never fond
as lie Nas OF q good story--told lies
20 say, JOHN lIgdvig say. 80,
was to certify to the ,ru'h-ef III,
statement, which certainly was to
| lila credit; aud, moreover, he va
s1 honest as The day, uud could have
| been trusted vjthuuto,d gold, orun.
counted diamonds. Morally, you
/ could not Gu. q fault with John.
| Mentally, lie was very vol Tor All
uueducatrl man; bat be had ou,
| g,oat iaiIiuE- great, particularly in
Tic eyes oi little Lucy Hood Who
otherwise esteemed John perfection.
| he ch.so 10 consider himself supe
rior To all accepted dogmss and be-
| liei, and TO h0 what hs termed q
"iggo thinker
This theological difference at last
led to a little quarrel aud John
tried to get Lucy ont OF hlq mind,
and lsIlcd to DO il; eud Lucy was
very miserable, as well for the state
uf Johns soul a. for herself; for
though she had Oilers in plenty, aot
ouc-not even rich Deacon Boulder,
who had goodness knows how many
acres OF land, aud was certainly or
thudox ID his yiews--coull be- con-
pared for moment IN her mind to
john, had John only hcld proper
sentiments, 10, though they kept
apart Tor whole fortnight, at last
one bright morning, al John rode
alorg slowly, aud st0pid'y for hlm,
with his mailbag before him, he
saw sitting under treo at the road.
eide q little figure in u blue dress
that he couldn't paee for bis lie.
So he stopped Dobbu suddenly, and
called.
"Lucy Hood, ia llat your
~ es, ,Johr,' fail Lucy, showing
q pair Of wet eyes. a came here
ON purpose TO see you, I've talked
ia my poor, wesk, womanish works
, but you tall. so much better than ]
that, q coorsc, it's Of 10 usc; snd
I'll tho whle there's One who talks
30 plainly to MS, aud His words are
Acro; aoA l,c 0gough. them toyou
aul please, d ar John, to read them
and perbsIs------"
She did not finish the sentence
but she pat pretty little Bible into
| his hand.
lbad it bound, and yonr namt
put on Il il gilt letters; and oh, fol
my snke, read it, said Lucy. "Yoc
can read IL litlc st g time, before
You sleep and when you arise, ant
even on the wpy, in lonely places
and It will tepch you 50 much, join
SO very much"
John took the book. Fol mo
ment be foIt very angry, aud very
much like sneerug; but Lucy wai
very dear to him; he kept bis angc
under for her sake, thanked her 70
Der present uud placed 1t CAREFUL.
| in the bosom OF biz vest.
"Asit / was to be converted iikt
q sinner in q tract" said John, Ioiti
", after lie hsd ridden on little
"But women are not to be expect
ed TO have miud8 like ours" An'
out OF bis pocket.book John pulie'
an infdel tract, which friend, Al
unbeIieving German doctor, hac
loaned him, and tell to reading. ]
was rot a wise thing, as the even
proved, for the horse, left 10 himself
stumbled over something on Tia
read, and lumed himself; not badly
it seemed, but il forced John TO dis
mount and lead him, and TO stop
after while at a tavern, and exam
inc and battle the limb, and to lie
tie beast take bis own time after
wards 30 that, instead OF trottiDl
briskIy into Boston before sundown
John He'd Wig found himself belate'
on lonely road, some hours afte
tie sun Lad vanished, the hors
growing lamer, aud bis hopes 0
! supper more and more distant ever,
. moment.
"Harg the tracti' said John
"What did | bother over it tor" an'
! he gave the paper toss over
clump Of bushes, and then his min
reverted to Lucy Hoods Bislc. ii
felt for il. Ii was safe. lie vishe,
that he was somewhat better, aut
he walked along with the bride owe
bio arm; aud his lame horse clump
, ing on behind hin, in quite mel
, ancholy mood.
suddenly something rousad hin
from it. Straight before him in tn
road stood mounted man, with
black mask On bis face aud a pisto
in bis hand.