The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-03-29

"a
there's lots Of bricks wanted today
here's the orders. And may the Lord
help you, Thomas-help you to hold
out steadfAst unto the end. Now /
reckon I'll get home to breakfast -
As the deacon walked off he solilo-
quized in this manner:
There! / wonder II that'll suit
Crupp an Brother Wedgewell? What
queer team them two fellows make.
Queer that Crupp should have both
cred me two hours Saturday night an
the preacher should have come out so
strong about bein' our brothers' keep
ers the very next day. Twas Chris
tian act for me to do, too. He that
convertsth a sinner from the error Of
his ways'-ah, blessed be the promises.
An won't lose cent by the opera
tom can keep him busy enough.
When folks know what I've done an,
what | done it for guess they II think
I've got my good streaks after all. I
declare | ought to have told him l
couldn't pay for days when he was
sick-'taint too late yet, though--he
won't back out on that account. Meb-
be can talk him into j'ining the
church, too-who knows, an some
day in Experience meetin' mebbs he'll
tell how it all came about through
me. He must bring his dinners with
him when he's workin' about the
store-I ought to have done that with
my clerk before he took to lunchin'
off the crackers and cheese busy days
these little things all cost. But 1t
does make man feel good to do kind
nesses to his fsller-men."
As for Tom Adams, he mounted the
wagon, seized the reins, and ex-
claimed,
by thunder, fore haul burned
brick I'll just drive home by the back
way and tell the old woman. Reckon
she won't look at me any more in
that way then. Like enough he's
right when he says some says mebbe
workin' too hard makes fellows drink.
1t never got into my head before,
though"
As Tom drove through back street
in which Mr.. Crupp lived, that wor-
thy stared at the empty wagon in
quiringly.
'The old mans engaged me for a
year, at six bits day, and only ten
hours day to work, )" shouted Tom In
explanation.
1.-THE devil" replied the new re-
former, and, seizing his hat, he hur-
ried off to the Reverend Jonas Wedge
well. The pastor was discovered
through an open window at his matu-
final repast, and the eager Crupp
thrust his head in the window and
shouted,
First blood, parson-old Jones has
hired Tom for year, and he's only
got ten hours q day to work"
The holy man raised his hands, de-
spite the membranes Of half bis
cult and coffee cup, and exclaimed,
Bless the Lord for the first fruits Of
the seed SO newly sown. Who would
have thought SO undemonstrative a
man would have been the first to heed
the word of exhortation ?"
Hes the first to see money in it
that's why" explained Crupp.
MY dear sir, do you really ascribe
Deacon Jones' meritorfous action to
sordid motives ?" asked the old pastor,
opening his mouth and eyes as if the
answer for which he waited was to
come through them.
"Hum-well, no--I reckon twas
little Mixed" replied Mr.. Crupp,
meditatively analyzing q blossom of
honeysuckle growing by the PASTORS
window. II dinged at him, you
preached at him, he thought 1t over,
and whatever Jonathan Jones thinks
over long Is pretty sure to have money
in it somewhere in the end. He'll
make morn he'll lose on Tom, an it's
best he should-he'll have a better
heart to try another experiment of
the same sort one of these days. But
didn't mean to interrupt your break
fast-beg your pardon, Mrs. Wedge
well and young ladies, for not ringing
the bell, but was too full of the news
to behave myself Goed-by."
And Mr.. Crupp started for his own
breakfast-table, while the Reverend
Jonas's eyes seemed directed at some
object just out of sight as he abstract
edly raised his cofiee-cup to his lips.
To be Continue1.)