The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-07-17
Ipsie and Mr.. Breeton.

looking young man appeared. lie had
blue eyes and light hair, and smooth,
clean face while his dress, though of
common, material, was suspiciously
clean. Sam promptly determined that
he was neither cross roads man, n
boatman, Il gambler, nor a peddler /;
and, as Sam knew no phases of humani-
ty but these, his conjecture had drifted
into wonder, when the stranger abrupt
ly said
"I am 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 meeting house door at
night; but, if they were holy, his wife
was the Bible-reader of the family, and
must know. Mrs. Kavvery relieved her
husbands mind by devoutIy saying
"Bless the Lord fur sendin' ye"
Certainly" said Sam, quite brislly.
"Chuck your traps in the corner, cap
tin; hev a cheer? Here's tubbakker.
Mother, pass out the demiion."
"Thankyou said the stranger; "but
| neither drink nor smoke"
Sam looked disgusted; but, a bright
thought striking him, he hurried to n
closet, and took down pack Of cards.
His pous wife flew at him in an in
stant.
"Sam /" said she in Il reproachful un-
dcrtone, zone nd think you'd been
raised among the heathen. Preachers
don't play keards -
Sam looked humbly into the face of
superior wisdom, and meekly asked
"Don't they, though p
No, nur drink nur smoke nuther."
"Wcll, ," 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 Il new face, and
said:
"Wcll, mister, mister -
Erection, answered the stranger
L" Walter Brecton, circuit rider, and
member of the Faster river conference"
We'll, Mr.. Breton, what's the
news?
81 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 hoase ?'
Sam jerked thumb toward his wife,
inwardly wishing the preacher had
side which II man could get at i'll some
way.
"Ah, sister !" said the young man,
care you follower Of the Lamb p
Follcrin' afar off, rs it were" tear-
fully replied Mrs. Kavvey. 81 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'tic'larly
Ipsie's."
"Ipsie?" ?" queried the preacher.
"Yes, sir, our gal she's -
Further explanation was rendered
unnecessary by the appearance in the
doorway of Ipsic herself, and her sud
den disappearance.
"Musn't mind Tps, Brother Breeton,
said Mrs. Kavvery. Shcsalnt used to
strangers, and she ollus gifts out. She'll
come aroun' in the evenin'."
"Well," said the young man, re-
marking to himself, 81 sincerely hope
she will"
"Guess we'll hev bite pooty soon,"
said Mrs. Kavvery. "Sam, see if
there's anytIlin' 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 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 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 a
horn; and in moment OF two Ipsie ap
peared.
"Ipsie," said her mother, "this is
Mr.. Breeton, that'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 blush
ing checks.
"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 p cried Mrs. Kavvery.
Sam dropped his knife and fork, and
onnealed from under the lowest hairs OF
his eyebrows.
"Ask blessin', Brother Breton,