The Tipton advertiser., 1877-04-12

Tom was soon in his wagon, and go
ing toward the brickyard at livelle
rate than was consistent with thu
proper care of hsrses with a long
heavy pull before them. The bricks
| were loaded with apparent regard e
| count, and not in good order, and, n
Tom followed the road to old Berry's
he soliloquized:
az ort to be able to ketch him after
deliver the bricks, but what in thun'
der am to say to him? Like enough
he'll knock me down If l don't look
out. That's Just the notion, declare
can knock him down, and put him
right i'm the wagon and bring him
back; the joltin' would fetch him too
and clear his head, like it's done mine
often enough when I've been in his
fix. But, hang it, what = ridick 'lus
goose-chase il does look like"
Meanwhile the Reverend Timotheas
Brown had aimped down the main
street, looking little more unap-
proachable than usual. As he reached
the edge of the town, however, where
there began the low plain which led
to the river, he quicksned his pace
somewhat, and he did not stop until
he reached the river. Upon a raft sat
. man fishing, and near by a canoe
was tied; i'm this latter the preacher
seated himself. having first united it.
Hello, there. What are you a
doin' with my dug-out shouted the
fisherman.
"The Lord hath need of it," roared
the old divine, picking up the paddle.
well. III be- exclaimed the
man, ''if that amt the coolest! The
Lord'll get duckin', / reckon, for
that's the no5biiest canoe. don't
know, though-the old feller paddles
as if he were used to it,"
Away down the river went the Rev.
erend Timotheus; at the same time
Fred Macdonald, on horseback, hailed
the ferry-boat, crossed the river, and
galloped down the opposite bank, and
Crupp, a half an hour later, might
have been seen lying on his oars in
skiff in shallow a mile above the
town, waiting to board the Excel
lencef as she came down the stream.
"'Pears to me preachers are out for
a walk to-day" said one old lady to
another across garden fence, in one
edge of the town. II saw Mr.. Brown
way down street ever so far to-day, an
now here's Brother Wcdgewell way
out here. / thought like enough he
was goin' to call, but he went straight
along an only bowed, awful solemn"
Parson Wedgewell certainly walked
very fast, and the more ground he
covered the more rapidly his feet
and not his feet only. In long
stretches of road shut in by forest trees
he found himself devoid of a single
restraint, and he thought aloud
n he walked:
''Rebuked by sinner! o God!
with my whole heart / have sought
the, and thou hast instead revealed
thyself not only unto babes and suck
lings, but unto one who is certainly
not like unto one Of these little ones.
Teach me thy will, for verify in writ
ten books | fear have found it not.
What if the boat reaches the landing
before / do, and this lost sheep escapes
me- Father in heaven, the shepherd
is astray in his way, even as the sheep
is, but, 0 Thou who didst say that the
race is not to the swift nor the battle
to the strong, make the feeble power
of man to triumph over great engines
and the hurrying of mighty waters.
Fulfill thy promise, o God, for the
sake of the soul that thou hast COM
mitted to my charge"'
Then, like man who believed In
helping his own prayers along, the
parson snatched off his coat and hat
and increased his speed. He was fal
outside his own parish, for most of his
congregation were towns-psople, and
the old man knew no more of tho
geography of the country about hin
than he did of Chinese Tartary. III,
had taken what was known as tn,
River Road" and thus far his cours,
had been plain; now, however, h,
reached a place where the road divid
ed, and which branch to take he di,
not know. Ordinary sense of localit,
would have taught him in an instant
but the parson had no such sense
there was no house in sight at whicl
he could ask his way, and, to add t
his anxiety. the Excellence" cam
down the river to his left and rear, an,
gave vent to several unearthly shrieks
The old man fell upon his knees
raised his face and hands towar
heaven, and exclaimed:
1.-The hosts of hell are pressing HARD
0 God! Thou who didst guide TIL
chosen people with a pillar of fir,
show now to thy unworthy servan
that thou art Godn
What the parson saw he never tol,
| but he spranp to his feet and wei
down the left-hand road at lively ru
moment after Tom Adams, half
mile in the rear, had shaded his eyt
and exclaimed:
BLAMED if there isn't a feller +:
prayin' right out in the road; if L
wants anything that bad, | hope he
get it. Travel, Selim--get up, BILL
let's see who he is"
TO be Continued.
| There are GA school children in tt
town of Petaluma, Cal. Ofthese abo,
one-half are clear white little toddler
the other half being made up Of all n
tions, distinct or mixed-America
Spanish, French, Indian, etc.-inclu
ing exactly four al unabridged spec
mems of the African race, in all tn