Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1880-01-08
Entertaining the Pastor.

woman has gone and invite,
> her minister to dinner, and PI
| to entertain him when he come
while she dishes up the hash
May old Nick fly away with tn
preachers!" And Sanscrip
kicked the cat through the door
way with such force that TIL
poor creature dislocoted tw,
teeth by conclusion with tn
wainscoting on the opposite sid
of the hall. Puss skunk away
licking her bleeding chops
wondering whether the hous'
had fallen on anybody else
while Sancsript banged th'
chairs and continued his solilo'
guy: "Now, / amt used t.
| i y
preachers and no doubt I'll make
a muss of it. I'D sooner trim
the corns on mules hind foo
or comb the name of Uucle Johr
Robinson's boss lion, than en-
tertain a minister What vii
the old duffer want to talk about
| wonder? If he slingoAny Bi'
bic conundrums at me, I'm lost
! I never did take much stock IN
the Bible. l don't hold a very
strong hand in religious learn
ing, and preachers have such
knack Of setting up the deck
that they deal themselves full
hand every time! Wonder, now
ifI could stand pat, and bluff
the old snooze on an ace high!
Since / conc to think of it, I'm
not SO ignorant after all. it,
been a long while since | went
to Sunday school, but | rccollcct
some Of the prize stories we
learned there.
Let's SEC AndSanscript
sat down 10 think. So intent
was hismind rummaging aronud
in his brain for the dusty lore
of his Sunday school days that
he had never noted the fact he
had sat upon his wifc's twenty
dollar fall bonnet, which she
had carelessly left lying on the
sofa. Let's see, said John, tap
ping his forehead. There was
something about Daniel going
to the geological Garden, and
falling in the bear pit or getting
bit by a camel-I forgot just
exactly the nature Of Dams acci-
dent. Then what was the tough
yarn about some little jew boys
who were thrown into the fur
mace of a rolling mill, and came
out without singeing their eye
brows? Oh, yes. Wasn't it
Goliah who licked twenty mil
lion Indians with the jaw bone
of mule, and then sat down
and bawled because there wasn't
any more left? Never mind ;Tll
give the old hoodlum a pretty
good tussle, I reckon, and if |
don't raise him right out Of the
pot OH the first deal it'll be be-
cause | lack gall. 1t becomes
me to be agreeable to the old
dead-beat anyhow, because Mrs.
Sanscript said if ] made a good
impression on him she wouldn't
insist on a sealskin sacquc this
winter-and sealskin sacques
don't grow on trees. There goes
the belll I'll bet ten red ones
that's him."
Sanscript smoothed his rufiled
hair with a few strokes of his
hands, cleared his throat, pulled
down his vest, walked out into
the hall and opened the door.
A pale cadaverous looking young
man, with long hair, watery eyes,
high check bones, large mouth,
Roman nose, and clad in a shiny
black suit, bowed and smiled at
the master of the house most
benignly. Under his arm he
carried a large book, which San
script thought of course was a
Bible, or some large work on
theology. Grasping the visitor
by the hand, John drew him into
the hallway with a cordial intent,
and, continuing to squeeze and
shake, said:
"My dear sir, this is indeed a
pleasure. We've been expect
ing you. Come right into the
parlor."
With bewilderment written all
over his face, the young man
tacitly followed.
slave this chair by the fire.
Give me your hat. Mrs. San
script is dishing up the Cruel
now. ] smell it! Don't youY'
The young man snifed the air,
and his face lightened mp with
the expression of hungry and
Iexpectant stomach.
"That most prominent odor