Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1877-11-10
BAKED BEANS.

Baked beans be good enough for
any one. Melindy. When your father
came cGurtin' me he set store by Han
nah's baked beans, and alters thought il
them hadn't been so nice, might never
have been Mrs. Tibbs after all y and
Mrs. Tibbs smiled broad smile at her
little joke, which quite swept from her
face the previous look of vexsation.
Not so with her daughter Melinda,
who was pairing apples with very
downcast face, as she answered gloomily !:
"That was thirty years ago, ma, and
times have changed, and Mr.. Fairweath-
er isn't coming courtin'. But do think
it'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 q large slice of pork,
letting her knife come with decision
upon the hardwood table.
If he's going to preach to us, Me-
Indy, l don't want a sermon of soups
and fancy cracker But good plate of
baked beans will make the kind O. SER
mon for me-"
Mr.. Fairweather, the young candidate
for the Merton pulpit, was to spend the
approaching Sabbath at Deacon Tibbss.
AS Mrs. Tibbs and Melinda were dis
cussing his next breakfast, he was seated
in the cars with his Greek Testament in
his hand. hut not evidently in his
thoughts. He was thinking of Merton,
and contrasting it with the home he was
just leaving. The question in his mind
was, whether he was fitted to take
charge of strong, powerful, but dull
church, Evidently the people needed
waking up. Gould he successfully do it.
Judging by appearances, most de-
cidedly no! For Mr.. Fairweather,
though quite tall, was slight, with light
hair, grayish-blue eyes and complex
ion to which any sudden emotion brought
a change of color. As you looked at
him more closely, you saw the thin lips
close firmly together, and the eyes re-
garded You steadily and squarely-but
not forcibly enough for Merton, would
undoubtedly be your decision, as it was
mine when first met him.
Mr.. Fairweather had not gone far in
his thoughts, when the cars drew up at
the station. He was met, shaken most
heartily by the hand, helped into car
riage, and, before fairly aroused from
his reverie, was drawn easily along over
iolting road by strong, young, bay
horse. who carried himself with sturdy,
ringing gait, which suggested any amount
of unused power, and, though apparent
ly slow enough, passed over mile in g
very short time. The horse was the
first thing that really attracted the min.
ister's attention. It seemed to him very
much like the people of Merton, fol
both horse and people had considerable
in them, but both needed further bring
ing out. So he broke in upon the or
dinary commonplaces, which were being
exchanged, by saying:
"That is very powerful horse o
yours. Deacon Tibbs."
eyes, sir" said the deacon, vel
pleased. He is, might say, prett,
powerful for one of his breed. He'
young yet, only four years, but prett,
average good colt he is.
~ am wanting good horse" addet
Mr.. Fairwoather. "but this one, sup
pose, is not for SALE"
"Well, sir, he isn't; but to be franl
with'you, sir,M wouldn't sell him to 70,
anyway. You haven't the strength Il
have him at the other end of the lines
for all ihe seems to go along so easy
like"
~ can 'seeThis easiness comes fror
his strength" answered Mr.. Fair
weather, "and have seen 30 man
horsesland people, too, who seem TO b
going to the limit of their ability the
the sight is refreshing to me Z" Fh}