The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1873-02-13

, ieAtHeI 10 IL, III IL were not TINT his
, own name had been twice .,,,do,t -
by the defendant. and hi. srieno. .nd
perhaps his confederate, John pearso,
lie was prepared to swear that he was
not even in Fla! Greek the night os
the robbery later than ten o'clock, and
while the statements of the two per.
Intended or not, could not implicats
him at all, he thought erhaps this
lack OF veracity in their statements
might be Of weight in determining
some other points. Hc therefore sug-
gested-he could only suggest, as he
was not party to the case in any way
that his student, Mr.. Walter john
son, be called to testify as to his-Dr.
] Smalls-exact whereabouts on the
night in question. They were TO
! gether in his Office until two, when he
went to the tavern and went to bed.
Squire Hawkins, having adjusted
his teeth, his wig, and his glass eye,
thanked DIR. Small for suggestion SO
valuable, and thought, best to put John
/ Pearson under arrest before proceeding
further. Mr.. Pearson was therefore
arrested, and was heard to mut,cr
something about "passel of thieves"
when the court warned him to be
quiet.
! Walter johnson was then called.
! But before giving his testimony, /
must crave the readers patience while
go back to some things which hap
pened nearly week before. and
/ which will serve to make il intelligi-
I ble
CHAPTER XNN.
''BRoTHER SopoMN
In order Ia explain Walter John
sons testimony and his state o! mind,
must carry the reader hack nearly a
week. The scene was DR.. Small's
office Bud and Walter Johuson had
been having some confidential con-
" rsation that evening, and Bud had
EottCH WI III tNtnIaUIOu
than that exquisite but weak young
man had intended. He looked round
in a frightened way.
"Iou see,' said Walter III Small
knew | had told you that, I'd get a
bullet some night FROM somebody.
But when you're initiated it'll he all
right. Sometimes wish l was out Of
it. But, you know, Small's this kind
ofa man. lie can look throagh .
door"-and here he shivered, and his
voice broke down into whisper
But Bud was perfectly cool, aud
| doubtless it was the strong coolness Of
Bud that made Walter, who shud
dered at n shadow, come to him for
sympathy and unbosom himse!: of
one of his guilty secrets.
Lets go and hear Brother Sodom
preach tonight" said Bud.
"No, sAon't Hike to-
"He don't scare you?" There was
just touch of ridicule in Buds voice.
He knew Walter, and he had not
counted amiss when he used this little
goad to prick a skin so sensitive.
Brother Sodomn was the nickname
given by scofiers to the preacher-Mr.
Sodom-whose manner of preaching
had so aroused Buds combativeness,
and whose saddle-stirrups Bud had
helped to amputate. For reasons of
his own, Bud thought best to subject
young Johnson to the heat Of Mr..
Sodom's furnace.
Peter Cartwright boasts that, on
certain occasion, he ''shook his brim-
stone wallet. There are those of
refinement so attenuated that they
will not admit that fear can have any
place in religion. But religion with
out fear could never have evangeliZed
or civilized the West, which at one
time bade fair to become a perditiou as
bad as any that Brother Sodom ever
depicted. And against these on the
one 81 ie, and the Brother Sodoms on
the other, shall Interrupt my story
to put this chapter under shelter of
that wise remark Of DIR. Adam Clarke.
who says, The fear of God is the
beginning of wisdom, the terror of
God confounds the SOUL and that
other saying of his: "With the .fcor
of God the love of God is ever consis-
tent; but where the terror, Of the Lord
reigns, there can neither be fear, .faith
nor ioue; nay, nor hope either,' Aud
yet am not sure that even the Broth
er Sodoms were made in vain.
On this evening Mr.. Sodom was as
terrible as usual. Bud heard him
without flinchiny Small who sat
farther forward, listened with pious
approval. Mr.. Sodom, out Of distorted
figures pieced together from different
passages of Scripture, built hell, not
quite Miltonir, nor yet Dantean, but
as Miltonic and Dantean "a his unre
fined imagination could make it. As
be rose toward his climax of hideous
description, Walter Johnson trembled
from head to foot and sat close to Bud.
Then, as turly Mr.. Sodom, with great
gusto, depicted materialistic tortures
that startled the nerves of everybody
except Bud, Walter wanted to leave,
but Bud would not let him. For some
reason he wished to keep his COM
panion in the crpoible as long as possi-
BILE.
"Yopng man." cried Mr.. Sodom,
apd the explosive voice seemed to
come from the hell that he had created
-''young man! you who have fol-
lowed the counsel Of evil companions"
here he paused and looked about, as
IL trying to find the man he wanted,
while Walter crept up close 70 Bud
aud shaded his FACET mean you
who have chosen evil pursuits, and
who can not get free from bad habits
and associations that are dragging you
dow \ to hell! You are standing on
the very crumbling brink Of hell to-
night. The smell Of the birthstone is
on your garments; the hot breath of
hell is in your face! The devils are
waiting for you! Delay and you are
damned! You may die before day.
light! You may never get out that |