The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-07-17
Ipsie and Mr.. Breton.

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clean. Sam promptly determined that
he was neither cross roads man, a
hoatman, a gambler, nor a peddler f;
and, as Sam knew no phases of humani-
ty but these, his conjecture had drifted
into wonder, when the stranger abru pit
ly said
''I am a laborer in the vineyard of
the Lord, and am seeking for the lost
sheep of the house of Israel. -
Sam looked appealingly at his wife.
1t seemed to him he had heard some
such words when he was young, and
hung about the Westinghouse door at
night; but, if they were holy, his wife
was the Bible-reader of the family, and
must know. Mrs. Kavvery relieved her
husbaad's mind by devoutiy saying
"Bless the Lord fur sendin' yer"
" Certainly" said Sam, quite briskIy.
"Chuck your traps in the corner, cap
tin; hev a cheer? Here's tubbakker-
Mother, pass out the demijon."
'Thankyou l's said the stranger ''but
I neither drink nor smoke"
Sam looked Disguised; but, bright
thought striking him, he hurried to a
closet, and took down pack of cards.
His pious wife few at him in an in
slant.
"Sam p said she in reproachful un-
dertone, Zone 'ud think you'd been
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 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
Z" Walter Breeton, circuit rider, and
member of the Easter river conference. 8"
Well, Mr.. Breeton, what's the
news? ?"
Il 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 hoEse p"
Sam jerked thumb toward his wife,
inwardly wishing the preacher had a
side which man could get at in some
way.
"Ah, sister p said the young man,
are you a follower of the Lamb?"
"Follerin' afar of, 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 la
bored hard with both of 'em but their
eyes seems to be darkened, P'tic'larly
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.
Mustn't mind Ips, Brother Breeton,"
said Mrs. Kavvery. "Shesain't used to
strangers, and she ollus gifts out She'll
come aroun' in the evenin'."
"Well," said the young man, re-
marking to himself, CT 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 a fine
young catfish and, while he was clean
ing 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
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 OF two Ipsie ap-
peared.
"Ipsie, said her mother, "this is
Mr. Breeton, 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 fish ?"
"Sam - cried Mrs. Kavvery.
Sam dropped his knife and fork, and
appealed from under the lowest hairs of
his eyebrows.
"Ask a blessins 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 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, that she could not withdraw
them until she had done a great deal of
painful blushing; seeing which, Ma
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 Il. Ber-
ton. ia Old and Near.
RETIR1SG FROM BUSINESS. Says DiO
Lewis, retiring from business, common
and popular rs it is, is q great humbug.
No man should retire from business till
he retires to the grave. When his fac
ulties become slow and dull, from age,
he should reduce the number of hours
in his daily work reduce them inst as
his strength declines; but in no case
should he change or drop his occupa-
ton, unless disease actually compels
him. He may purchase an estate in the