The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-07-11

sam looked d1sgusted; but, bright
thought striking him, he hurried to
closet, and took down pack of cards.
His pious wife flew at him in an in
stant.
"Sam l'' said she in a reproachful un-
dertone, one 'ud think you'd been
raised among the heather. Preachers
don't play keards."
Sam looked humbly into the face of
superior wisdom, and meekIy asked:
"Don't they, though ?"
"No, nur drink nur smoke nuther"
"Well, said Sam, resignedIy, laying
down the cards. Then he rejoined the
young man, looking at him with that
hungry expression which solitary people
always bestow upon new face, and
said:
"Well, mister, mister -
Breton" answered the stranger
Walter Breton, circuit rider, and
member of the Easter river conference.
"Well, Mr.. Breton, what's the
news ?"
CT do not keep pace with the march
of events" answered the young preach
er. "To save souls for my Heavenly
Master is the object of my life. Are
there any professors in this house ?''
Sam jerked thumb toward his wife,
inwardIy wishing the preacher had
side which man could get at in some
way.
"Ah, sister !'' said the young man,
" are you follower of the Lamb ?''
"FoIIerin' afar off, as it were," tear
fully replied Mrs. Kavvey. "I wish
my light shined better, so Sam an Ip-
sic might come into the fold! I've Ia
bored hard with both of 'em but their
eyes seems to be darkened, p'ticlarly
Ipsie's."
"Ipsie?" queried the preacher.
eyes, sir, our gal she's -
Further explanation was rendered
unnecessary by the appearance in the
doorway of Ipsie herself, and her sud
den disappearance.
"Musn't mind Fps, Brother Breton"
said Mrs. Kavvery. 'Shesain't used to
strangers, and she oIIus gifts out. She'll
come aroun' in the evenin'."
"Well," said the young man, re-
marking to himself, "I sincerely hope
she will"
"Guess we'll hev bite pooty soon, :"
said Mrs. Kavvery. Sam, see if
there's anythin' on the lines"
Sam hurried out, and found fine
Young catfish and, while he was clean
ing it, Mrs. Kavvery put some corn
meal dough into Dutch oven on the
hearth, and lot of biscuit into another
Dutch oven, and some slices of bacon
into frying-pan, and put the fish into
/ the same pan, and made coffee, and
| brought out dish of honey and tin
cup of persimmons, and was soon
proudly contemplating a table loaded
! with all the Iuxuries of the land while
the mingled odors of fried bacon and
| and warm saIeratUs drove the smell of
tobacco-smoke entirely out of the room.
Then Sam went to the door, and blew a
! horn; and in moment OF two Ipsie ap-
peared.
"Ipsie," said her mother, Z" this is
Mr.. Breton, that's come down here to
save sinners. I hope he'll do yer soul
good"
The young preacher hoped SO too, as
he noticed Ipsie's bright eyes and blush
ing cheeks.
"Come, stranger, hev a bite" said
Sam, who felt that his chance of par
taking in the conversation was growing
small. "Hev plenty of hem-fat with
yer fsh?"
| "Sam % cried Mrs. KavYery.
Sam dropped his knife and fork, and
appeaIed from under the lowest hairs of
his eyebrows.
"Ask a blessin', Brother Breton, "
said Mrs. Kavvery, looking sOrrowfHIly
upon her partner.
Walter Breton asked the blessing of
the Lord on the food before them and
Ipsie. who had never heard anything of
the sort before, stared in such astonish-
ment. that when the preacher concluded,
and cast his eyes towards her, her eyes
were sofxed, thatsh couldnot withdraw
them until she had done a great deal OF
painful bIushing; seeing which, Mn.
Breton blushed himself, and knew he
did, and punished himself by vowing
to strive to transplant this fair flower
to the garden of the Lord.-H. II. BeT'
ton. an Old and INeaO.