The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1874-04-30
io.ly old dog, and belongs to a chapter lhat

Jolly old dog, and belongs toa chapter that
meets Eve or SIX nights 10 tho week.
FitrObinsOn surveyed the situation, and
mentally calculated bis chances, "0nly
Two pieces left," be rumiuated mOuFniaIly,
Then be looked ruefully at the two re-
naming guests. "Ifthey amt got chick
en- pie unniStakably written on their feat,
ures, I'm no judge ofhuman nature, was
bis muttered conclusion. The Rev. Mr..
Ives was the next guest. FitzrObiuson
felt be would willingly part with the last
piece of chicken pie il be could only slip a
button, or something, into it, to aVeuge
tho wrongs he had suffered at bis hands on
dedication night FitIrObinson was too
mad tc trust himself to say much, so he
merely pOiLtod to the oyster pic, saying
ina whitening maDner
"0yStors3"
"LOrd bless your soul! No, brOthcr;
chicken, by oil MEANS" replied tho Rev.
Mr.. Ives, fervcntly. "Sister FitzrObiu'
sons chickeu pic is to famous to-"
"pelep, dearest Brother Ives said he
would take some chicken pie, interrupted
Mrs. T., seeing FitzrObiusOu was about
to load the reverend gentlemAn'S plate
with oyster pie. FitzrobiusOu paid not
the slightest attention to her, pretending
not to hear, lie was pIayiug a desperate
game. The Rev Mr. 0iIyjOhu, taking
in tho situation came 10 tho front. AS be
was sitting near FitsrobinSOn be shouted
on high key at the host.
"Brothor Ives said chicken pie"
Oh, tho look that E'itSrobinSon gave that
man. I'm cure it would lave withCred
bronze statue Of The ndomitablc jackson,
He was driven to the wall, however, and
dOggedlyparted Sith' the last piece but
Que. Now for the last chance, 1t was
evident that tho deaf dodge was a failure.
What should be try for forlOrn hope?-
Alas! What? oonc can ever know the
vicious resolves be made in bis heart, as
be contemplated that last piece Of chicken
pie. II tissnOt enough that they should
takesbim 70 church for life, ba4 now they
\ mist needs take The last loaf to tue house
Il spatE Che name Of the Iiord.
3I SSS Tir Fnl naslcro n thath0u'ei
'-lis ipwatdiy sRore 10 would Stahd \ 40
longer lIs was thoroughly reused. He
fairly hissed at The Rev Mr.. Ferguson,
who was rccitiugto Hrs Brownsmith q
thrilling tale of bis experience, which be.
gan, II remember some twenty years ago,
&c."
"TfI don't think you'll take chicken.
pie. too, hope may be-"
"Peleg" warned Mrs. i.
"Nlr, FitnobinSOu." grOuned MIS-
Brownsmith in the same breath.
Eyes, | do, and don't care who knows
it-no, l don't"
Fitzrobiuson stood in a threatening atti.
tude, with uplifted carving knife, as tho
about to brain tho Rev. Mr.. Ferguson
"Suy IT," he thuudered st The gentleman,
as though the saying Of it was to be the
fray. CONSERVATION sat upon tho Mctho'
dist brow. Silence rsigned for time
The spirit ofchickcn pie was striving With
the Rev. Mr.. Ferguson. At last gain
cd'the mastery. lie cried out 10 loud
voice, "Amen!"
FitzrObiuson understood this TO be o
confirmation Of bis suspicion that the rev.
erend gentleman would take more chicken
pie, and he understood Alright. Up this
time Fitzrobinson had been brave, butnow
be broke down eonpletely. Hc spOcued
out the last piece Of bis faVorite Wand and
withdrew 10 silence. Ho went out and
borrowed len dollars from Belden across
the way, and hurried down Ninth street.
About six o'clock 10 the evening be might
have been seen couddeutially imparting
bis plans for the conquest Of his oWu house
hold to tobacco sign oa Seventh street.
Later be appeared at the church, where be
had been the subject Of many earnest
prayers that night. Imagine, then, the
Fjoy Of that congregation when he made bis
way to the altar, weeping like child
"our prayers have been answered." shout
ed Dr.. Ives, ardeutly. "oh, brother.
how lovingly we welcome thee to our