The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-08-28

ter pray for ther souls as long as God
gave him breath.
Wish you he'd been thar. 'Twouldn't
a done you no good, stranger. Two
agin six don't count, specially when
one is that pious he wont turn over his
hand to defend himself. low 'twouldn't
ha' done no good eff you had been thar.
Ye see twas jist piece of the little
Parsons hard luck. No; he never made
TO complaint. He never told ont.
Didn't come out till many day arter it
happened, and then Big Jim jiaed meet
in along o. two or three of the other
fellers that TUX hand in the hangin'
an they riz up in the meetin' an jist
out with the hull thing. | tell ye,
stranger, tibet was meetin'. Half a
dozen rough men come down on Their
knees an axed fer pra'rs, the women
an girls cried, an the Parson jes went
aroun' among 'em all, a-comfortin' an
a-consolin', an a-exhortin', an a-look-
in fer all the worl' like one of the holy
angels. I say fer't, stranger. you mout
a-wished you'd a been thar. But l doubt
as tibet would a-done yer any good. any
more'n bein' at t'other place. Ye've
been lucky, an Parson hezn't. The
luck mout hev left ye, eff ye'd hev turned
pious an jined meetin'.
Was thar? Yes, stranger, was thar.
No, l didn't jine meetin'. Held off
count o. the luck did you remarkp
Well, not 'zactly. Parson an me he'd
differences o. doctrine, yesee. Nary one
on US wouldn't give up our strong pint;
an Their warn't never no compromise
'fected. Mout you ak what them pints
o. doctrine was consarnin' which the
Parsons views differed from mine? Sar.
tin, sartin.
Ye see, stranger, it fell out all along
o. Parsons sweetheart. Squire Marsden's
Nelly, the prettiest gal, an the kindest-
hearted cretur that ever hunted wild
strawberries or field flowers in Bascom's
medder. Parson went ter Squire's
twicet week to teach Miss Nelly Lat
in; We see the Squire held to hevin gals
dedicated jis the same as boys, an ther
warn't no Latin an SIGH teached in the
deestrick school. Well, twasn't long
fore every body see how it was-Parson
an Nelly jest dead in love with each
other Most was downright pleased
about it, but some grumbled; them las
was iis the Wilder Flibkins an two
old-maid gals o. Griggses, an every
body knowed why they was sot agin it,,
but lor, they mout a saved ther gredgin'.
Ali Parson could say an do, Nelly
couldn't seem to git religion-ye see
she WANT a perfesser-an' the Parsons
conscience wouldn't uphold him in
takin' wife that WANT pious.
Well, arter spell, seen g Parson m
me was on 'mazin' good terms, made
so bold as ter tackle him bout the
change see comm over some folks.
1 asked him, spang out, if he was willin'
for that sprig of a lawyer from Hop
pertown that ROW an agin visited at
Squirrels should cut in an court Miss
Nelly, and get her, TOO, all along o. his
dawdlin'? Well, ye see, Parson never
took nothin' i'll o. me, seems he knowed
l was his frien', fust an last, an he an
swered up like man, an seq he, +" II
it's Gods WILL" SEE he, "that Miss
Nelly is to become that mans wife, my
best wishes shall go with her and him, -
SEE he. An he meant it. But it jis'
cut me up to see how it hurt him, and
seq |, "Parson, any fool can see that
you can hev Nelly Marsden fer the akin.
Eff you stand off and let that snipperkin
steal march on ye, eff / do say it, tibet
amt no perfesser, it don't become you
fer ter 90 ter THROWN the blame on God
Almighty" And he said, far be it from
him to blame the Almighty, he was on.
ly obeyin' his holy law.
i Well, we argyed it, stranger; we
argyed it up an down, an back and
, forth. Scripter enough he'd both on us
! to back us, but no good come of the
, argyfying. Hey! Don't quite see the
. pint o. doctrin' involved? Well, now
stranger, amt that the doetrin' of lee
. ton? An amt tibet the doctrin' o
mans free willp Don't see what nary
, one on 'em hez ter do with man s love
affairs? Mout I make so bold to ak yor
, eff you air married manp o, you air
Well, did you court your wife and mar
ry her 'cordin' ter the doctrine of lee
: tionP Did, hey? Free will hedn't moth
in ter do with neither one nor tother O
J you, I 'lowP 0, you rather think it he'd
Well, now, mout ak you eff you low
, you'd ever a got your wife eff you hedn'
exercised your own free will in tn,
, matter o. akin her to hev you? Dom
s'pose you would. Well, stranger, yol
J an me is greed on the doctrines.
But thet's jest whar the Parson an
me couldn't never jine hands. Ye see
he held out that eff the Lord had 'p'intet
fer him to hev Nelly Marsden fer hi
, helpmeet, he would hev sent his Sperit
an'-well, sink me, stranger, eff I eve
did git it clar through my head precisel,
what the Parson 'spected the Lore
Almighty to do in the matter. Conver
her soul? HIM! Well, which the SAM
he done-the Lord done-but he tool
his own good time ter do it; an thar.
say, the Parson was onreasonin'. HI
looked fer the Lord to do his part
which, in his own good time, he done
an. moreover, his'n, which the Lore
never yet hez done; SEEM, no doubt, a
he thought the Parson was amply abb
to do it hissef eff he so see fit. But the
was how it was, an tibet brought up tn,
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