Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-06-27
The DeacOn's Sunday.


ly calculated Deacon Barnes, at tht
close of Il sermon about Heaven
Those are my ideas exactly"
And so cnwlapt was he with his
thoughts rs he passed from church
he forgot to ask lame old Mrs. Howe
To ride home with him, as was his
usual custom.
"pcrliapS it's just as WELL" he
thought, "tor she is Il worldly old
woman, and would probably have
dawn my thoughts away from
Heaven"
AT the dinner table his son ex.
claimed, "Oh, father, I have stu
alton at last"
"lIave You forgotten it is Sunday,
John :" asked his father sternly.
Don't let me hear any more such
talk
John ate his dinner in sill cnce.
How could his situation be a wrong
thing to speak of on Sunday T! He
was SO thankful for it that it seemed
to come from the hand of God.
God knew all about the restless
months in which he had answered
an advertisement every day.
When the minister gave thanks
in church tor all the mcrcics of the
past week, Johns heart gave a
grateful thrOb, and he determined
anew to acknowledge God in all his
ways. John ate his dinner in 81
lrnce, while his father thought about
Heaven.
In tue afternoon Mr.. Barnes
nephew, a stranger in the place,
came over from his boarding place
opposite, and sat on the piazza talk
ing with John.
81 can't allow this, Tom," said
Mr.. Barnes, coming to the door with
the Bible in his hand ''you must
not sit here breaking the Sabbath.
Go back to your clearinghouse and
read some good book"
Tom started up angrily, and spent
the afternoon fishing and bathing
with an old colored man, his only
other acquaintance in the place,
while Deacon Barnes sat III a large
rocker on the piazza, with hand
ierchief over his head, and thought
of Heaven.
Presently, his two little grand
daughters came out on the piazza
with n large picture book, and sat
down near him. There was tlut-
ter of leaves and a great deal of buzz.
ing as the little yellow heads bent
over the books, and finally they
laughed outright.
'.Children, where's your mother ?"
sternly demanded Deacon Barnes,
springing to his feet.
"Up stairs, s,putting baby to sleep,'
they both answered together.
Deacon Barnes strobe into the
hall.
"Ellen! Ellen y he shouted 81
should think you might keep these
children quiet on the Sabbath.
They won't allow me to think"
Ellen had been awake all night
with frptful baby. She had just
hushed him, and fallen asleep, when
her fathers voice reused her and
woke the baby.
''Pleasc send them up stairs,' she
said wearily.
And all that sultry afternoon she
amused the three children, in close
upper room, while her father rocked
and famed himself and thought of
Heaven.
GREASING OF AXLES. The Can
ada Farmer gives the following di
rcctions Many a wheel is ruined by
oiling too plentil'ully. A we'll made
wheel will endure constant wear
from 10 to 20 years, if care is taken
to use the right kind, and proper
of oil but if this matter
is not attended to, the wheel will be
used up in five or six years, or 1t
NAV sooner. Lard should never
be used on Il wagon, for it will pen
citrate the hub and work its way
around the lemons of the spOkeS !
and spoil the wheel. Castor oil is
a GOOD material for use on an IRON
axle. Just oil enough to be applied
to spindle to give a light coating:
this is better than more, for the
surplus put on will work out AT the
ends and be forced by the shoulders
and nut into the hub around the