Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-07-16

in tobacco-smoke as in the perfumed air
OF rose gardens, prompted Mrs. Kavvery to
get up and lay a great kiss right across
her husbands lips.
"Ef she gets ez good man as her
mother did, she'll do WE'LL" said Mrs.
Kavvery, as soon as her lips were Olsen
gagged from their rather unusual occupa-
ton. AN yet" she continued, her dim
eyes looking shade more weary than
ever, Il don't want no daughter o. mine
to spend all her days ez mine hes ben.
'Tain't no fault o. yourn, Sam"
But Sam felt guilty and, never having
studied logic, he did not know how to
| argue himself out of his sense of wrong !:
SO his contrition moved him to press the
faithful old head close to his breast. A
rap at the door ended this eonjugal tab
leau; and Sam shouted
"COme imp
The door opened; and an unusual look
ing young man appeared. He had blue
eyes and light hair, and smooth, clean
face; while his dress, though of common
material was suspiciouslv clean. Sam
promptly determined that he was neither
Cross Roads man, boatman, gambler,
nor peddler; and, as Sam knew no
phases of humanity but these, his coniec-
ture had drifted into wonder, when the
stranger abruptly said
Il am laborer in the vineyard Of the
Lord, and am seeking for the lost sheep
of the house of Israeli"
Sam look appealingly at his wife. 1t
seemed to him he had heard some such
words when he was young, and hung about
the meeting house door at night; but, if
they aoere holy, his wife was the Bible
reader OF the family, and must know.
Mrs. Kavvery relieved her husband s mind
by devoutly saying
"Bless the Lord fur sendin' yet"
"Certinly," said Sam quite brlskly.
"Chuck yer traps in the corner, captin
hev cheer? Here's tubbakker Mother,
pass out the demijohn"
''Thank your said the stranger; "but
neither drink nor smoke
Sam looked disguised; but, a bright
thought striking him, he hurried to a
closet, and took down pack of cards
His pious wife flew at him in an instant.
"Sam!' said she in reproachful under
tone, lone '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, thought"
"Well," said SAM. resignedly laying
down the cards. Then he reiooined the
young man, looking at him with that
hungry expression which solitary people
always bestoW upon new face, and
said ~ %
"Well, mister-mister''-
"Breeton," answered the stranger,
"Walter Breton, circuit rider, and mem
Der of the Easter River Conference.n
We'll, Mr. Breton, what's the.news2"
Il do not keep pace with the march Of
events" answered the young preacher
ITO 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,
lnwardly wishing the preacher had side
which man could get at in some way.
"Ah, sister," said the young man, care
you a follower of the Lamb?n
"Follerin' afar off, as it WERE" fearful
ly replied Mrs. Kavvery. 81 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 Ipsies."
"Ipsie?" queried the preacher.
e Eyes, sir--our gal; she's'--
Further explanation was rendered un-
necessary by the appearance in the door
way of lpsie herself, and her sudden dis
appearance.
Mustn't mind Fps, Brother Breton"
said Mrs. kavvery 'She amt used to
strangers; an she ollus gifts out. She'll
come aroun' in the evenin."
"Well," said the young man, remarking
to himself, 81 sincerely hope she WILL
"Guess We'll have a bite pooty soon,"
said Mrs. kavvery. "Sam, see eff theirs
anythin' on the lines''
Sam hurried out, and found a fine young
catfish; and, while he was cleaning it,
Mrs kavvery put some corn-meal dough
into a 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 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 a horn; and, in moment or two,
Ipsie appeared.
"Ipsie," said her mother, ''this is Mr..
Breton, thet's come down here to save
sinners. hope he'll do yer soul good"
The young preacher hoped SO too, as he
noticed Ipsie's bright eyes and blushing
cheeks.
Come, stranger, hev a bite said Sam,
who felt that his chance of partaking in
the conversation was growing small
" Hev plenty Of ham-fat with yer fishg"
"Sam!" cried Mrs. Kavvery.
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 Breton asked the blessing of
the Lord on the food before them; and
Ipsie, who had never heard any thing of
the sort before, stared in such astonish-
ment, that when the preacher concluded,
and cast his eyes upon her, her eyes were
so fixed, that she could not withdraw them
until she had done a great deal of painful
blushing; seeing which, Mr.. 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.
"Sam," said Mrs. Kavvery, "p'raps the
preacher ken tell us what to do for Ips?"
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