Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1881-06-15

young Onbroke mule-colt-and drive
him to do things that were too awfu
to contemplate.
At this cap of the climax, Mr.. Peel
er, overcome by his feelings, sank dowl
in the rear of the pulpit. The congre
CATION was at loss what to think
The young men smiled, and locked
across at the young girls; the young
girls smiled in turn and looked at thei
mothers the answering mothers puck
cred their faces and looked at the ole
men, and the old men frowned upor
one another with terrible solemnity fol
a moment, and then looked interroga
lively up to the pulpit. But the pastor
apparently had been growing worse
and worse for the last three-quarters OF
an hour, and sank deeper and deeper
until he was no longer to be seen. Af
ter several moments silence, he rose
feebly, complained of being extremely
i'll, gave out hymn, prayed detected
prayer, and dismissed the congregation
CHAPTER III.
1t was very soon ascertained that
tie pastors views on the late question
in theological science We're not at all in
accord with Mr.. Peeler's, and so Nee
lus had to take his mule back aqross
the ohQopees. where he had been feal-
ed. But how he did grow to dislike
Sam Virgins Sam Wiggins did ii
all; and once more he returned, in his
discoprses and prayers, and eonversa-
tion over chicken and biscuit, to his af,
ficted conditions A little freshened
by temporary rest from work upon one
long-continged hhe, and resolving, il
possible, to recover the ground he had
lost, he strove to dig down to the very
roots of human sympathy, drag it forth
and press opt its last tear.
Meanwhile, Sam quietly pursued his
humble way, working every weekday
all day long for Mr. Peeler and his
family, and when the night came, sit
ting by his sister, watching her knit,
ting, rolling her balls of yarn, reeling
her hanks Of cotton and wool, and oc-
casionally alluding fondly to the two
old people now lying in the garden.
When bedtime eame, he lit his candle,
went to his bedroom. and slept the
sleep of the upright, the Industrious,
and the weary. As he used 10 say to
several friends, but always in the strict
est confidence, the old fellow had grown
little tired of Neelus Peeler's ever
lasting preachln' and prayin' and talk
in about him, and he was sorely con-
cerned sometimes to know what he
ought to do. But for his affection for
his sister, he sometimes felt that he
would like to give Mr. Pceler good
shaking and then 60 away and leave
the place forever Between this affec-
tion on the one hand and his growing
resentment on the other, his simple,
ggileless heart had many a conflict In
the impossibilitv of real, his mind in
dulged itself in imaginary avengement,
Curiously enough, his ruminations on
one occasion took the direction of art.
The hawk had been unusually trouble
some of late to the barnyard. Sam,
having no time TO hunt so cunning a
thief, determined to make a scare-crow,
intended to represent man with gun
In his hand making ready to fire Al
though with quite limited knowledge
of the principles of art, it occurred to
him to make this figure resemble Mr..
Peeler With some old, worn-out
clothes, and other necessary things, he
made his man, set him up, and eontem-
plated him.
'Goodl l had no idea I could do it
so we'll You are ugly enough, Nee
lus.'
Yet, in fixing the attitude of the
arms, he had some difficulty. After
several efforts her sat down and pom
dered
It's no use; it wouldn't fool jay
bird or joree, let alone hawk.
They'd know you well enough, but
they wouldn't know the gun.'
Rising again, and essaying to adjust
the arms to the intentions of the hun
ter, a new idea seized him suddenly.
That's it, that's it Instid of max
ing you a-shootin' at 'em. Eff l can
git that idee in 'em, they leaves these
parts certain and sure
Suiting his actions to his words, he
took away the gun and stretched out
the arms
Il wonder | didn't think of it before.
All you want now, Neelus, is acoice,
This unbloody revenge went far to
satisfy his sense of injustice. He grew
to think this likeness quite striking,
and every time he passed within view
of it, smiled with satisfaction. Many
talk he had with this preacher.
'How's your conditions this morn
ing, Mr.. Peeler? Pretty good? Ah
Jest passahle ehg / think you mout
be satisfied with 'em,-the rest of US q
workin' and you a-roamin' and roar
in round GENTLY
Sometimes he would seriously re-
monstrate with him for his ingratitude,
his non-appreciation of his wife, his
neglect of his son; but he would soon
lapse into pleasant vein, and, regard
ing him with pleased attention, seem
to lose all resentment to the man in the
satisfaction with his own hitherto un-
known and unsu- -pected genius These
colloquies were usually concluded with
the ejaculatory refrain 'All you wants
is voice. What Uould you be if you
only had VOICE =
The only uneasiness be felt was from
an occasional apprehension that his sis
ter might happen to notice it some
time, and, being struck by the fac-sim'
lie of her husband, have her feelings
hurt But she seldom went oct OF the
yard in that direction. However to
make sure, in order to avoid detection
he placed the figure in the plowed
ground beyond the fence, artfully avert
ed his face from the lot, and, as it were
disposed his audience down towaro
the meadow.