Litchfield enquirer., 1873-07-03

0OOUI l1iO AhCCuAAb HOuS0 UOOE dG but if they scere holy, his wife was the Bible reader of the family, and l must know. Mrs. Kavvery relieved her husband's mind by devoutly saying,
 Bless the Lord fur sendin' ye ["
 ''CeItinly," said Sam quite briskly. '-Chuck yer traps in the corner, captin !: hay cheer? Here's tubbakker. Mother pass out the derniiohn."
 ''Thank you '" said the stranger; 'sbut l neither drink nor smoke"
 Sam looked disgusted; but, bright thought striking him, he hurried to a closet, and took down a pack of cards. His pious wife flew at him in an instant.
 "SamP said she i'll reproachful un- dertone, ''one 'ud think you'd ben raised among the heather. Preachers don't play keards"
 Sam looked humbly into the face of superior wisdom, and meekly asked,-
 Don't they, though?"
 NO, nur drink nur smoke nuther."
 "Well,' said Sam, resignedly laying down the cards Then he reioined the young man, looking at him with that hungry expression which solitary people always bestow upon a new fabe. and said,
 "Well, miste-mister''
 "Breeton," answerd the stranger,- "Walter Breeton, circuit rider, and nem- Der of the Easter River Conference"
 Well, Mir. Breeton, what's the news?"
 Il do not keep pace with the march of events, answered the young preacher. ''To save souls for my heavenly Master is the one object of my life. Are there any professors in this house?'
 Sam jerked thumb toward his wife, inwardly 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?"
 "Follerin' afar of, as it were,' fearful iy replied Mrs. Kavvery. '1 wish my light shined better, so Sam an Ipsie might come into the fold! I've labored hard with both of 'em; but their eyes seems to be darkened, p'tic'larly Ipsie's. :"
 "1psie?" queried the preacher.
 ''Yes, sir,-our gal: she's"-
 necessary by the appearance in the door, way of Ipsie herself, and her sudden disappearance.
 Mustn't mind Ips, Brothec Breeton," said Mrs Kavverry. "She ain't used to | strangers; so she ollus gifts out. She'll come aroun' in the evenin'." 1 'Well;' said the young man, remark ing to himself, 1T sincerely hope she 1 will.''
 ''Guess we'll hev bite booty soon," 1 said Mrs. Kavvery. ''Sam, see eff there's any thin on the lines" Sam hurried out, and found fine young catfish; and, while he was cleaning it, Mrs. Kavvery put some corn meal dough | into Dutch oven, and some slices of ba- con into frying-pan, and put the fish into the same pan, and made coffee, and brought out dish of honey and a tin cup of persimmons, and was soon proudly contemplating table loaded with all the luxuries of the land; while the mingled odors of fried bacon and warm saleratus drove the smell of tobacco-smoke entirely | out of the room. Then Sam went to the door, and blew horn; and, in a moment or two, Ipsie appeared.
 "Ipsie," said her mother, "this is MT. Breeton, that's come down here to save sinners. I hope he'll do your soul good.
 The young preacher hoped so too, as he noticed lpsie's bright eyes and blush ing cheeks.
 'Come, stranger. hey bite, /" said Sam, who felt that his chance of partaking in the conversatisn was growing small. "Hev plenty of ham-fat with yer fsh?"
 "Sau1e' cried Mrs. Kayvery. 1 Sam dropped his knife and fork, and appealed from under the lowest hairs of his eyebrows.
 ''Ask blessin', Brother Breton" said Mrs. Kavvery, looking sorrowfully upon her partner.
 | Walter Breeton asked the blessing of the Lord on tAe food before them; and 1 lpsle, who had never heard any thing of the sort before, stared in such astonish- | ment, that when the preacher concluded, 1 and St hic fnxryo 1sf9c hop hon were so fixed, that she could not with. draw them until she had done a great | deal of painful blushing; seeing which, NIT Breeton blushed himself, and knew he did, and punished himself by vowing 1 to strive to transplant this fair flower to the garden of the Lord. "Sam," said Mrs. Kavvery, "p'raps the the preacher ken tell us what to do for Ips?''
 Sam drew his knife. through piece of corn-hread with more deliberation than he usually displayed at table; and he looked as if he thought the matter ex- tremely doubtful Still his wife had com menced the Subject, and he couldn't get away from it: so he finally said,- "P'raps so. Fact IS, mister; Fps IS a-growin' up; an she ort to hev chance"
 ''Very true" replied the young minis ter ':.She should, of all things, be taught of the Spirit; but every young person is benefited by secular education, no mat ter how little.
 'I guess that's so" said Sam, thinking that any thing with some big words and l the true ring must be correct; ''but how's she. to get this sic-sic-what-d'y 'ye-call-it edication? Ther' ain't no schools here; an I wouldn't hey her go to the Cross Roads every day. "Our Conference Seminary would give her an excellent education at moderate price, and afford her the inestimable ad- vantages of the constant ministry of the Word.'
 ''Mod'rit price, eh?" said Sam, wicked ly oblivious to what had followed. ssWhat's the damages?"
 ''I believe two hundred dollars year includes"-
 ''Two hundred dollars! Judas an tar bucketsp' exclaimed Sam. "Why, that's more money than I've seed this four year."
 ''It is agreat pity" sad the preacher, ''that filthy lucre should come between precious soul and it's education. She might take a course of study at home, with the help of her parents ''Dou fife, said Sam. "Readin, writ
 
 knows; an Fps knows them already"
 For few moments, Walter Breeton re- garded the edge of his plate so thought fully, that his hostess was in agony lest red ant had ventured upon the crockery. Finally the minister raised his eyes, and 1. said,-
 ''I have had some experience in teach ing; and might give her preparatory course myself am going to hold 8 two weeks protracted meeting at the Cross l Roads; and might come over here for couple of hours each morning, and teach her from such rudimentary volumes as I l may be able to procure at the Cross Roads. I should charge nothing for my services"
 l ''By gum, misterl' said Sam, "that's what I call religion; but we wouldn't think of putting you to so much trouble. :" 1 .|I should not consider 1t trouble, said