The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-11-02

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enjoy all the beautiful creatures with
which his good master has filled the
world"
"Yes, certainly" replied Deacon
Tibbs; ~ only spoke of because our
last minister used 10 ride considerable,
rather more than was beitting a minis
ter, our Merton folks thought"
Mr.. Fairweather had no answer ready
70 his remark, which had brought him
back TO his first question, Was he fitted
10 be a spiritual adviser TO the Merton
peopleP On the very first subject mem
toned, he had differed from one Of the
deacons-and that 10 him an important
subject, for he owed his health in no
small measure TO his saddle exercise.
The steady, swinging trot ~quickened
~perceptibly AS a large, white house APP
reared in sight, until the colt came to
\ stand-still in front Of the wistaria-cov-
cred door. Deacon 1ibbs sprang out,
offered his hand to Mr.. Fairweather,
and then, catching sight Of a light-blue
dress, he called out:
"Here, Melindy, come here and take
care of the parson, while unhitch Paul.
My darter, Mr.. Fairweather.-
AT the same time that Mr.. Fairweath-
er Is shaking the small red hand in his
thin white one, l will introduce Miss
Melinda Tibbs to my readers.
She is a fair specimen Of a smart New
England girl. She has not naturally a
large frame, but as she has never been
pinched or stunted, she has grown to a
full size. Her face is plump without be-
ing fat, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes
bright and full Of mischief. She seems
q personification OF good nature, as the
young minister thought her, though
had he peeped into the kitchen window
that morning, as she sat by the little
cherry table pairing apples, he would
have known that ever her brightness
was eclipsed by clouds. There seemed
! o me just n quality lacking in her,
and that not unimportant-depth. Her
rosy lips were lightly pressed together,
her brown eyes roved carelessly from
thing TO thing; she roamed from one
subject TO another, lever stopping TO
think OF any one Of them. Evidently, II
Miss Melinda had any strength Of mind
or character, she, as well as others, had
yet to find il out.
IL was a very quiet evening the young
minister spent, and feeling tired and
embarrassed he went early TO bed, TO
gain what rest he could for the next
days duties. After he had closed his
door he was attracted by Melinda's
voice, and unwillingly he was made a
confidant in what seemed then 10 be her
greatest trial.
Its too bad, pa, but ma wouldn't
get any thing but baked beans and john
ny-cake for breakfast, and I don't sup
pose Mr.. F~airweather ever heard of baked
beans BEFORE
Mrs. Tibbs's voice chimed in, "It's
time he did. then, Melinda; but l agree
w1fh you, | don't blievc he ever did
hear Of 'em before most like he's been
brought up on cake and custard"
Well, l don't know, Jenny" said
Deacon Tibbs, about the cake and
custard. but it's nothing agen him if he
is not DER strong"
"He isn't strong,n broke in Melinda,
could beat him easy in a good race,
and that's just the reason why l say he
shouldn't be made to eat baked beans
"Just the reason why he should, Me-
rejoined Mrs. Iibbs.
We'll, that's kind soliloquized Mr..
F~airwea.her. "I'm glad to know what
I'm going to have for breakfast, and a.
| have heard Of baked beans, I'll do nv
best 10 prepare for them"
But that proved hard work, for il there
was one article Of diet he detested more
than another, it was baked beans. And
the amount he ate Of this New England
dish was evidently to be the standard by
which his abilities as a man and as a
preacher were to be judged.
Mr.. F~airweather awoke in the morn
ing with a weight Of scarcely defined
trouble upon him, which for a moment
he could not assign to any event past or
to come. Rut when his breakfast, con-
entirely Of baked beans, flashed
into his head-metaphorically speaking
he laughed and said 3 himself:
"The iohnny-cake will be a comfort
that's one good thing"
As he entered the dining-room, he
glanced toward the large black pot in
Of Deacon Tibbs, but could not
see any thing beyond a generous slice
81 pork nicely Drowned. The beans
we're evidently baked by a good cook, a
moist to suit nv taste, | should .
from Mr.. ~Fairweather's descrip-
ion, but not beyond the point to which
many good housekcepers aim 10 bring
hem.
The young minister did his best, but
found his second piece Of johnny /.
sake-for he took a mouthful Of this
With every mouthftl Of bcans-rapidly 4
disappearing, while the generous supply |
y beans on his plate vas not aereepti-s.
1Ixytfninish6d!r The woist of'T wasz
h3tnifs.'fnbbs's eyes were from timeI9
3 time car scrutinhingly on his plate.
he helped himself again q vine-Ii
yar and pepper, but after All he felt /,
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