The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-04-10


in sermon, to try to carry sweet-meats
and rose bushes on a railroad train.
May / ask, inquired the gentleman,
"who your nephew, the pastor, is p
Certainly" replied Aunt Hepsy.
"He's my brothers oldest son, and lives
up to Boston. They say he's one of the
best preachers thereabouts. He's
preached there ten years."
eyes, yes," mused the old gent,
"and his name is Rev. ?. Fucker"
I" How did you know it 2" asked Aunt
Hepsy, with a start.
"Because he was installed ten years
age, and am q deacon in his church.
Deacon Squeakleather, if you please"
{" You don't say it. I've heard Persy
speak of you agin and agin. Why, deacon,
1 feel as though I had known you for
years"
"I-a-I.a helped you out of the water, +"
continued the deacon, as he tried to pull
the cloth over worn button on his
coat
CHOW, deacon, how can thank you !;
did you see anything of my calico bag !?
Now come to think, haven't seen any
thing of that bag since, and the trunk
my hair trunk-I do wish knew what
had become of that. What does make
this boat shake SO ?"
"It's the engines, replied the deacon.
"They have just started"
"You don't mean to say they have
Injins aboard, do you ?" inquired Aunt
Hepsy nervously. "Steam engines" I"
suggested the deacon, 9" the motive
power of civilization.
"Surely deacon yes 1 see; but I
don't think they are much safer than a
real Ingin,'' and Aunt Hepsy went on
with long account of her experience to
which the deacon listened with evident
pleasure.
"There ma'am," said he, rising from
his seat and pointing out of the window,
"there is Castle Garden, famous old
building where Jenny Lind once sung.
Yes, and would you believe it,
observed Aunt Hepsy, "there was
Prosper, put on his best clothes, came
all the way down from the Corners to
hear her sing, staid a week, and would
you believe it, when he came home he
was so particular, he said there wasn't a
girl in the whole town could sing like her,
and he had the impudence to tell the
leader of our choir that she could moi
hold a candle to her, and he actually
laughed at her when she said she'd jest
like to try her on old Windham once
Jenny Lind may have been powerful
good, but don't believe sne was ahead
of our leader, no how"
The trip to Boston was entirely without
incident. Our heroine was safely landed
at the parsonage, the deacon was seeing
her to the door, in spite of the fact tina
his pastor had met her at the station.
Originally she had meditated only
short visit, but week after week passed
} away still she remained, and nearly
, every day might have been seen in from
of the mansion, the deacon's horse ant
new chaise. Where was the deacon
Why he was inside of course, seeing
after church matters. Nothing of the
| fsort. He was sitting on the sofa by the
J side of Aunt Hepsy as chirp as chirp
ing bird.
Aunt Hepsy grew younger every day
/ and one morning came down stairs sing
} ing,
" This is the way long have sought
And mourned because l found it not"
) "Aunt Hepsy," remarked the Rev. P
2 Fucker, "I have an intimation tina
Deacon Squeakleather has taken a grea
interest III you. " NOW 1erSy Ie
marked Aunt Hepsy, "why Persy, nov
t what makes you think SO p
Appearances, only appearances nov
l Aunt Hepsy, isn't it fact p
{ "Well Persy, you are so pressin'
1 think must tell. There it is, jus
} look there" she said holding out he
hand, upon one finger of which wal
5 a bright ring.
l "When, inquired the pastor.
Z "Next week." replied the old lady
: "and I've sent for Jane and Prosper
5 and all the folks to. come up, and -
Just then there was ring at the door
l bell, the door opened, and a stout fellow
4 brought in a stylish new trunk marked
. il big letters on the end, "Hepsy Tub
) Inns Blimkin Squeakleather. - Water
tOtOn (N. ~ Reunion.