Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-07-22
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THE PARSONS MISTAKE.

The sunset was painting all the iOresi
paths with gold; the messy boles Of the
old tree glowcd IN the level light as if they
had been carved out of glittering bronze,
and the scarlet vines along the stone wall
caught new splendor lrOm the last rays,
while the silvcry white fringe of wild
cematis swung from the dead thorn bush.
es, and here and there a bird, perched
high up against the deep, vivid blue
heavens, uttered its shrill, clear vcsper
note; and Mr.. Caryl, walking home
through the Westbrook woods, thought
what beautiful world this was that God
had made.
Mr.. Caryl was only "a, and had been in
the Westbrook parish for three months.
Not long, but long enough to discern, by
the testimony of his own experience, that
there were thorns as well as roses in a
country pastors life. 1t had seemed so
beautiful and ideal when he looked at it
through the medium OF his fancy, standing
on the threshold of the Theological Semi
nary. 1t WIS beautiful still hut the Ideally
had all gone out oft.
His mother met him on The doorstep OF
the parsonagc--a brisk, specialized little
dame, in u turned black silk, with fri,ls Of
neatly darned lace, and violet ribbons in
her cap.
"WGlI, Charles" she said, chcerily,
here's a whole slate full ofcal5 for you, "
Mr., CarylS countenanco rather fell.
He had been anticipating an evening by
the wood fire, with the last number OF
Blackwood's Magazine. -
"Calls2" he repeated; "what are they
and where are they?"
lie went into TIE little parlor as he
spoke-the parlOr where the coveted wood
FIRE was Ieaping and flashing on the bright
andirons, and u shaded lamp was burning
on the table among hispiled up books and
papers-and took up the little slate.
"Ihe Widow Corsett," hereRd, adding,
sotto voce, that woman again. She has
died once week, regularly, ever since |
have been in WestbroOk."
"Charlcs! !" mildly reproyed his mother.
"lt's fact" asserted the young clergy
man. 81 don't think people ought to
conlound hypochondria and religion in
that blindlold sort of way. She'd Il deal
better send for The doctor, and leave off
scolding that wretched adopted daughter
of hers. | won't go-that's settled!
What! Meet Deacon DAILY and old
Capt. Hartwick Mt Fowlersvllle Four Cor
ners at $3.50 o'clock tomorrow Now |
wonder why people cant agree about
their own boundary lines without calling
in the clergyman of THE parish as umpire
between them"
"Dissension is such dreadful thing
among your flock, Charles" said his
mother.
$50 is scarlet fever Or smallpox" said
Mr.. Caryl, rather curtly; "but, all the
same don't see how ! can be held re-
sponsible for either one or the other.
Lend the manuscript of your last sermon
to old Miss Dadd to read But l haven't
any manuscript to read-only half a doz-
en- memoranda. preached entirely ex-
tan,,orn lag Gnploy
Couldn't you write 1t oil from mem
oryP" said Mrs. CAryl, pitcously. "The
old lady seems SO anxious. She said the
sermon impressed her SO deeply"
Really, mother, think that's little
unreasonable" said the pastor. Suppose
every old lady in the parish were to re.
quire mt to write out twelve page ser.
mon for her especial benefit! Give Miss
Hits list of hymns for next Sunday.
Yes, I'll do that-as well now as any time.
Speak to Mrs. Prune's Sarah Mrs.
Pruue's SarahP Who is Mrs. Prune's
Sarah? And what am | to speak to her
about, I'd like to know" demanded the
young clergyman, in a sort cf mltdcspcr-
alton.
Don't you know" explained Mrs.
Caryl. "It's Mrs. Prune that lives down
by the saw'mill, in the big white house
with the poplar trees in front of it. And
it's her step-daughter that's come home
from the third situation, all on account oil
her ribbons in her hat, and her pride in
her own pretty face"
sand | am to speak to her, eh9" said
the young pastor.
"Yes; you are to speak to her" said his
mother.
81 shall do nothing Of the SORT" de.
clared Mr.. Caryl, with some emphasis.
"But you must, Charles!" pleaded the
old lady. ats in the line of your regular
ut