The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-04-16

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the neighborhood had already filed
their cabins full Of guests, mostly il
infrm health, and like, being one of
the younger men. renowned only for
his p.ety and his rcvivals, had not
been thought Of for place else
where than on the camp-ground.
Finding it impossible to get more
comfortable resting place for his
friend, Morton turned to seek for a
physician. The only doctor in the
ncighborhood was Il Presbyterian
minister, retired from the ministry
on account of his impaired health.
To him Morton went to ask for medi-
cine for like.
'.Dr. Morgan, there is 4 preacher
sick down at the camp ground, said
! Morton. "and-
And Won want me To see him,
said the doctor, in an alert. auticipa-
tive fashion, seizlng his 'pill-hags"
and donning HIS hat.
When the two rode up TO the tent
in which kikc was lodged they found
prayer-meeiing of very exciting
kind going ON III the tent adjoining.
There were cries and groans and
amcns and hallelujahs comminglrd III
way quite ineligible to the cx-
pelirnced ear Of Morton, but quite
unenduratle to The orderly doctor.
"A bad place for sick man, sir, !"
he said to Morton, with great posi-
| tlv.ness.
Il know it is, DOCTOR" said Mcr-
ton; 'and I've done my best to get
him out of it. bu, | cannot. See how
4 thin this tent-cover is.
Aud the malaria Of these woods
is awful Camp-meetings, sir, are
always bad. And this f'uss is enough
to drive a patient crazy.
Morton thought the doctor preju-
diced, but he said nothing. They
had now reached the corner of the
tent where kike Law on straw pallet.
holding his hand 10 his head. The
noise from the prayer.meeting was
more than his weary brain would
bear.
s.Can you sit on my horse said
the doctor, promptly proceeding TO
lift ktllc without even explaining TO
him who he was, or where he pro-
posed 10 take him.
Morton helped To place like i'll
The saddle, but the poor fellow was
shaking so that he could not sit
there. Morton then brought out
Dolly-she was all his own now
and took the slight form Of like in
his arms, he riding ON the Group, and
the sick man in the saddle.
'Where shall ride to, DOCTOR"
"To my house. said the doctor,
mounting his own horse and squirting
off to have Il bed made ready for
kikc.
As Morton rode up 10 the doctor 5
gate. the shaking like reused lit
tie and said, .'She's the same fine old
! ID lly, Mort"
~ little more sober. The long
rides il the cane brakes, and tho
responsibility Of the Methodist tim
erancv. have given her the gravity
that hclong, 10 the ministry.
Such bed as Il ike found III DR.
Mogans house. After the rude
bcar-skins upon which he had Ian
ouished in the backwoods cabins,
after the musly eatherbeds IL
freezing lofts, and pallets oi leaves
upon which he had shivcred and
scorched and fought ileas and mus
qui,ocs, tbs clean white bed was
lihc Il foretasts Of heaven. But
kille was almost too sick to he CRATE
iul. The poor frame bad been kept
up by will SO long. that now he was
IN good bed and had Morton hr
felt that he could afford to be sick
Whar had been aguc settled into
that wearisome disease called bilious
fever Morton stald bv him nearly
all of the time, looking into the con
ference now and then to see the ven
eiable Asbury in the chair, listening
to "A grand speech from Mckendree,
attending on the third day OF the
session, when, with the Others who
had been preaching TWO years on
probation. he was called forward to
answer he "Ques ions always pro-
pounded t. "Cand dates for admis-
sion to the conference" like only
was missing from the list Of those
who were t. have heard the bishop
exhortations. full of martial fire, and
to have answered his questions in
regard to their spiritual state. For
above all gifts Of speech, or depths
of learning. or acuteness of reasoning,
the early Ne hodists esteemed de-
vout affections; and no man was OF
account for the ministry who was
not 'sgroaning to be made perfect III
this life The question stands III
the discipline yet, but very many
Young men who assent Ia II groan
after nothing so much as city
church with full galleries.
The strange mystery in which ap
pointments were involved could not
but piquc curiosity. Morton, having
had one wear Of mountains and one
wear of cane brakes, had come tc
wish for one year Of a little more
comfort and little better support
There is romance about going
threadbare and tattercd in a good
cause. but even the romance gets
thrcadbare and tattercd il it last toe
long. and one wishes for little sober
reality Of warm clothes to relieve a
romance, charming enough in itself
but dull when it grows monotonous.
The awful hour of appointments
came on at last. The bravehearted
men sat down before the bishop, ano
before God, not knowing what was
TO be their fate. Morton could not
guess where he was going. A mi
asmatic cane-brake or deadly cy
press swamp might be his doom, o.
he might-but no, he would not hop'
that his lot might fall in Ohio. Hi
was young man, and a young man
must take his chances. Morton
found himself more anxious abou
like than about himself. Wher'
would the bishop send the invalid
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