The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-11-15

"Baked beans be good, enough for
sny one, Melindy. When your father
ame co,irtin' meihe set a store by Ham
psh's baked beans, and alters thought
Ifthem hadn't been so nice, I might
never have been Mrs. Tibbs after all -:
and Mrs. Tibbs smilcda broad smile at
! her little joke, which quite swept from
her face the previous look Of FveSatfon.
Not so with her daughter Melinda,
who was. pairing apples with a very
iowncast face, as she answered gloomi
XE.a94 srt te il~8.+4f 1sts
aThat was thirty years ago, ma, and
anes have changed, and Mr.. Fairweath-
9in't coming courtin'. But I do think
t's too bad to give him nothing but
baked beans when he comes here, when
you know how; Mrs. Jones and Mrs.
Johnson will lay themselves out.''
Mrs. Tibbs cut off a large slice of
pork, letting her knife come with decis-
bn upon the hardwood table, -
aH he's going to preach to us, Me-
Indy, don't want a sermon Of. soups
and fancy cracker. But a good plate
d baked beans will make thea.kind %
sermon for me- 70. .r 81 4 - ''''-'' (
Mr.. Fairweather, the young candi-
dste for the Merton pulpit, was to spend
TIE approaching Sabbath at Deacon
Tibbs's. As Mrs. Tibbs and Melinda
we're discussing his next breakfast, he
vas seated in the cars with his Greek
Testament in his hand, but evidently
not in his thoughts. He was thinking
q Merton, and contrasting it with the
home he was just leaving. The ques-
aon in his mind was, whether he was
hAed to take charge of strong, pow
snul, but dull church. Evidently the
people needed waking up. Could he
successfully do it9 = - ,r-~s.
Judging by appearances, most de-
eaedly no! For Mr.. Fairweather,
aough quite tall, was slight, with light
alr, grayish-blue eyes and a complex
m, to which any sudden emotion
efougha change of color. AS you
leoked at him more closely, you saw
ne thin lips close firmly together, and
ae eyes regarded you steadily and
sparely-but not forcibly enough fol
Merton, would undoubtedly be your de-
aslon, as it was mine when l first met
Mr. talrweather had not gone far in his
thoughts, when the cars drew up at the
saaonf He was met, shaken most
aeal1ily by the hand, helped ,into.a car.
nase, and, before fairly aroused from
s leverie, was drawn easily along over
slol'ng road by a strong, young, bay
@se, who carried himself with d sturdy,
mging gait, which suggested any
amount OF unused power, and, though
apparently slow enough, passed over a
aie m q very short time. The horse
n ~ tne first thing that really attracted
s Il minister's attention. 1t seemed to
NJ sa very much like the people oi
%s'iton, for both horse and people had
ssvusslderable sas in them, but. both needed
@sller bringing out. Sr he broke in
p0A .ae ordinary commonplace, which
s "T oeing exchanged, by saying: ..1
,,ssl nat Is very powerful horse OF
!Vus, Deacon Tibbs,n .sa.5 ss.t
les, SIR" said the deacon, well
pas.sa, nsased. =" He is, 1 might say, pretty
pwerlui for one of his breed. He's
,vsg ,Uunge Jet, only four years, but a pretty
"sfase good colt he is.'' n =
u, = am wanting a good horse" added
~. -. fsalrweather, "but this one, I sup.
s,se, Is not for sale.'' 81 -s--st $50
II, well, sir, he isn't; but to be frank
n !on, sir, wouldn't sell him to you
sMsy. You haven't the strength te
- a'e y nun at the other end of the lines
n. ~ y ne seems to go along SO easy.
n lean can see his easiness comes from
! Strength" answered Mr.. Fairweath.
ma aud | have seen so many horses
~ people, too, who seem TO be going
s,as sas unit of their ability that the sighl
s,,'elreshing to me.''
noa, am glad you like the COLT" re
F'Aued the deacon, doubtfully. "But