The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1880-11-12
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round by the nose. Even Enos Sink
ley, that's as sot as the side of the
house, docs Jest as he says. II DIR.
Peleg should tell him that the world
WANT comm to an end next Sunday
l amt sure but he'd give up the idee,
6lisappolntin' as II would be-"
II was "Afis' Pel'tlah Sanders, !" the
storekeeper's wife, who said that Ia
her crony, "Mls' Deacon Splttigue,"
rs they leaned over their mutual
backyard fence, IN the cool Of the
evening.
al hain't got no patience with them
MIllerltes, with their overlasiin' daw-
dim sound, leaving their work all
undone because they're goln' up next
Sunday. 'Keepln' their lights abnrn-
In',' they call II, but call It clear
sheer shiftIessness, and It ain't moth
In else. Look at Enos Sinkley, now;
there ain't no such s'ile as that farm
OF his nowhere round, and not as
much as n potato or might OF garden
sass planted and him with his store
clothes, and Miss Sinlsley with her
best Iufiied nlght-gown all laid out,
ready 10 slip on nt minutes warnin,
when they get notice to go up. Folks
used To think that Enos Sinkley was
considerable OF man, and his heart
was so sot on worldly prosperity that
he wouldn't let bis daughter marry
u good, Study. likely young man, be-
cause he was poor"
GIt WANT altogether that, replied
Mis- Deacon Spettigue, meager,
worried little woman, who spoke al
ways In a mysterious half-wlIsper,
which gave great effect 10 her words,
tCPrltchards Is Pritchartls; they don't
amount to but dredful little, rich or
poor. Judith Slnkley had ought TO
do better than to have Frank Prlich-
ard"
"IplI end In that poor infatuated
father OF hern tryin' to make her
merry DIR. Peleg," said Mis- Sanders.
"But when anybody makes Judith
SInkley do that I'll give in that the
world Is coming 10 an end. She's
kerried her head too high, and some
how or mother she's got to git her
come up-ance, folks always docs; but
IL won't be that way"
"She's terrible smart, Judith Is,
and she's got takin' way with her.
Our minister says that half the Mil
lerite excitement, here In Saltwater,
Is owing TO Julia Sinkley's singing at
tho meetin's. They say she don't
hev no sympathy with the kerrin's
on, but she sings TO please her father,
and her voice Is terrible kind of NOV
in. There II Is now, and II ii don't
sound like the day OF Judgment /
never heard anything that did"
On the still night air came floating
n full, clear soprano voice, with an
Indescribably mild and m0urnIul Ca-
dence,
''ln the last watch al the night
You'll hear the trumpet blow.
Then keep your lamps aburning,
And be ready 10 go.
A multitude OF voices took up the
refrain
Then keep your lamps aburaing
A nd be ready to 60
Then fhc strong, thrilling voice
broke forth again:
The Lord his wrath has loosened.
The wicked are undone
o sinners you'll be wailing
Your sinful race Is run.
Shouts and groans mingled with
the voices, as they dWelt llngeringly
Dn the fate OF sinners.
This hymn was the effort of poet in
their own congregation, and the prime
fhvoTite Of the Saltwater Nillerites.
snow, amt that enough TO make
one feel kind of creepy ?" said Mis-
Deacon Spettigue. "I'm free 10 con.
fess 1t has reg'Iarly took hold Of me
The Deacon, he complains because
wake him up every night a sayin
that 'twould be kinder Gurus II the
world did come to an end next Sun
day. He says 1t aln't aecordin' 4
scrlpter, and he won't meddle no
make with 1t. And scripter does SAY
plain enough, that the last day Is
comm, unbeknownsf, but, for al
that, when set my soft soap lcouldn'
help thinking that maybe soft soal
wouldn't be no use to me by the tim
twas ready, and / hev put Off Rettin
my summer bunnit, thinkin' 1t woult
be a saving not to hev one IL it wa
TO wear only one or two Sundays"
HSakes alive Mis- Pettigue, yo
. must he upset, hain't you? It's IN
/ belief that it's the doin's of the enc
my, and should send for the minis
ter If I We're you For my part eN
pect to set under the droppings of tn
sanctuary next Sunday, and help +
, vira Ann do up the washin' neA
) Monday, jest as usual, and l hoT
when the day OF Judgment does CON
| shan't be found a loafln' and diva
|, in for there amt no religion in tha
. If Enus Sinkley thinks it's pious
let the Lords good s'ile run Fl
waste"
s'Thaps Judith acumin' now,' il
. terrupted Mis- Deacon Spettigue, as
light, springing step, accompanied |
/, Loose and uncertain one, sounde
T along a side street, very near to IL
= rendezvous of the gossips. tFTt
{ meetin' amt half done, and DIR. p
: leg has left to keep her compar
, home"
: "Good evening, Judith" said Mi
: Sanders afTably.
] Thegirl and her companion stoppe
/, The moonlight revealed tall, shap
/. " figure, with a bright handsome fac
) n perfect face so far as feature al
coloring co. But 1t did not CORE
pond with the voice. There was
: childish weakness about 1t. The