The Tipton advertiser., 1877-04-19
REAL LIFE.
A Temperance Tale.
BIZ THE AUTHOR or "HELEN's BAsIBs."
From the Christian Union.
CHAPTER X.

CHAPTER \.
Speaking after the manner Of tn
flesh, the Reverend Timotheus Brow
had found only plain sailing on tn
river; spiritually, he had very differ
ent experience. LAS stubborn as
mule' was the most common Of tn
current estimates Of Parson Brown
character; and II the conscientious 0l,
preacher had ever personally hear,
this opinion Of himself, the verbal ex
preston thereof would have givel
him but slight annoyance compare,
with that which he experienced from
his own inner man as he paddles
down the stream. To forcibly resis
something SO satisfied the stronges
demand of his nature that neithe
shortening breath nor blistering hand
caused him to slacken the speed will
which he forced his paddle against tn,
water. But another contest was go
ing on, and in this the consistent t!,eo
logian was not 40 triumphant as h.
liked always to be. Harry wainwright
was one of the ungodly: that b.
owned and frequently occupied q
high-priced pew in Nr. Browns own
church was only another reason why
the preacher should quote concerning
him, "He that being often reproved
his neck what ii the
conclusion of the same passage''s shall
suddenly be destroyed, aud that with
out remedy" should applys What
could prevent its doing go If Vain
right had fulfilled the description in
the first half: Had not the same God
inspired the whole passage? If so,
what right had any man, least Of all
a minister of the Gospel, TO try to set
At nanght the Divine will: Harry
was, according to the de
crees Of an Interchangeable God, one of
the lost much so as If he were al
ready in the bottomless pit. And still
the old mans paddle flew; once on
the trip he had felt a. if the weakness
Of the arm flesh would decide
the case for him, and i'm favor
Of the Word whose expounder he was;
he found himself wishing that it
might, so that he could feel that al
though God had overruled him he
might have comfort in the assurance
that he had not proved indifferent to
his sudden emotion of yearning for his
fellow-man. But that mysterious
physical readjustment, known in
animals as Second BREATH" came to
The rescue Of his fainting frame, and
hen II seemed as If no watery torrent
could prevail against the force of his
lrm. Oh. If he might but talk to
some one Of the fathers of the church !;
hat he might be, even for ten min
ties, back in his own library! But
10 father of the church resided along
he Reverend Browns nautical course.
Tor was there a theological library
learer than his own, and there he
vas, actually bent upon saving one
whom the Eternal pronounced lost.
4ost? Hold! "For the Son of Man
; come into the world to save them
hat are lost" fChrist had right
o save the lost, had not an ambassador
ne who stood in the place--who full
He'd the dutics-Of an absent king?
Glory be to God on highr' shouted
he Reverend Timotheus, and the
ense woods echoed back God on
igh!' as the old man, forty years
pastor, but only that in
tant converted to Christianity, drove
lis paddle into the water with force
hat nearly threw the canoe into the
ir.
As for Parson Wedgewell, whom we
eft arising from his knees after asking
from his Divine Guide, he
ound himself upon the right road.
he river was nearer than he had
AIRED to hope; run OF half n mile
rought him into clearing, in which
TODD Browns warehouse, near the
iver. The Excellence" had just put
er nose against the bank, aud the
lerk at the warehouse was tired Of
why Fred Macdonald on
he opposite bank was shouting 40
to the ferryman, and why
n old man ia canoe should he
oming down the river AT the rate of
fly paddle strokes per minute, when
e saw Parson WedgeweIl, coatless,
latless, with open shirt, disordered
lair, and face covered with dirt de-
'osited just after an unlucky stumble,
ONE flying along the road, closely
pllowed by Tom Adams, who was
ashing his horses furiously. A happy
Inspiration struck the clerk he shout
d Horse thief" and seized the par
on, and instantly received blow un-
Ter the chin which rendered him in
ctive and despondent for the space of
lalf an hour. The parson saw the
showed out, he saw Harry
step aboard, he saw the Rev.
jump from his canoe into
water knee deep, dash up the plank,
nd throw his arm ever Harry Vain
ight's shoulder; but only a second or
wo elapsed before Parson Wedgewell
the runaway's other side,
nd then, as the three men stared at
ach other, neither one speaking a
vord, and the two pastors bursting in
0 tears, Tom Adams hurried aboard,
nd exclaimed,
"Mr. wainwright, Mrs. wainwright is
'articular anxious to see you this
venin', for somethin', / don't know
What, an hadn't time to get any
ort of a carriage for fear I'd lose the
'oat; but there's good springs to the
eat of the brick-yard wagon, an
lew sheepskin besides" No other
words coming to Toms mind, he
bruptly walked forward muttering,
That's the cock-an'-bullest yarn l
yer did tell kneW / wouldn't know
What to say" As Tom meditated, be
leard one "roustabout" say to an mother,
II say, Bill, you know that feller
hat used to sell such bully whiskey
n Barton? Well. he's around there