The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-08-19
A DRUMMER SOLD.

II HOW tttJ Ahtp ~"
match in little country girl:
She was a sweet, shy, innocent little
village maiden, and she seemed some
what flurried as she stepped into the
grocery store where our city drummer
was lounging.
The clerk knew her, and while he did
up her parcel of tea he asked her If she
wasn't afraid TO leave home 80 late at
night. She asked the clerk nervously If
it was so very late.
When he assured her that It was but
just nine o'clock, she took up the parcel
and hurried away.
The city drummer, looking on thought
to himself:
at really is too bad for such pretty
little girl to walk home alone"
So, throwing aside his cigar, he skip
ped out and overlook her just as she
was turning a dark corner
Wouldn't you like some company ?"
he asked graciously, offering his arm.
But don't know you ?" she said,
hesitatingly
Don't YOU = why, I'm an old friend
of your father's."
Indeed !" she replied, but she did
not take his arm.
They chatted pleasantly along, he ask
ing many questions about her home, ,etc.
He learned that her father was an inva-
lid confined to his room, and her brother
was absent from town.
Then soon came to neat and some
what pretentious cottage, and pausing
at the gate she timidly asked him to
come in.
Charmed with her shyness and be-
lieving the coast entirely clear, the un-
suspicious drummer accepted the invita-
tion.
She showed him into tasty little par
lor, then asked to be excused for a few
minutes.
AS she passed out of the door smile
hovered about her lips.
Passing down little hall she tapped
lightly at another door, which was
opened by gentleman of a decidedly
ministerial aspect.
"Mr. c." she said, " there's gen.
tleman in the parlor who seems to be a
very anxious inquirer won't you go
and talk to him ?"
&C Certainly, my DEAR" answered her
pastor, who was prompt to improve the
opportunity to attend to his business of
saving souls as men of different callings
are to driye sharp bargains.
He hastened to the parlor glasses and
all, and grasped the drummer warmly
by the hand, exclaiming heartily:
"Glad to see you, my friend, very
glad to see YOU"
The drummer stared at the old gentle
man in astonishment, and wondered
vainly who he was and why he was SO
very glad to see him.
The minister drew chair close beside
him, and laying one hand on his knee,
began very earnestly:
''Our friend tells me that you are an
anxious inquirer. / am always glad to
talk with any one who is interested in
matters relating to the welfare of the
soul.
The minister paused for a moment,
and the drummer began to turn hot and
cold.
Have you ever made any profession
of religion; do you belong to any
church ?" the minister asked, encour-
agingly.
"N-no," stammered the drummer out
loud. "Confound the girl ~ he mutter-
ed under his breath.
The minister began to see that he was
not getting on, and noticed the drum
mer's disturbed manner, and remarked:
Something troubles you, my friend.
Can you not confide in meY Perhaps l
can relieve your doubts and fears"
"I-I think L had better CO." the
drummer said, rising and vainly trying
to guess which door he came in at.
LET us have season of prayer to-
gether," and, suiting the action to the
word, he kneeled down by his chair
Not having decided which door he came
in at, and not daring to risk meeting
that " confounded girl" by opening any
other, the drummer had nothing better
to do than to submit to the novel expe-
rience of hearing himself prayed for.
AS soon as the prayer was ended he
again essayed to go, but Mr. @. be-
thought himself of the "girl," and