The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-06-21
A Very Bad Chap.

chiefmaker, and we purpose telling our
readers, In confidential way, of II
wicked and outrageous trouble he caused
at a campmeeting last summer.
AS everybody has not been to camp
meeting, 1t may be well to state just
what campmeetlng is. A campmeet-
ing is place where folks gather
together to wrestle with long. tailed,
spllt-hoofed, horned old gentleman, who,
Jack Milton says, carries lance as big
as a mast.
This mimic at camp last summer
looked about with much wonder; he
saw delicate women, who were COM
fortably situated at home and never
stirred out of doors during falling
weather, padding around In the rain
and mud and quite delighted. He saw
folks who had means and knew what
good living was, satisfied with half
cooked corn, stale eggs, watered milk,
strong bacon, and straw beds. He saw
happy and healthy children forced to
sleep in damp tents and thus booked for
the pneumonia. He heard more gossip
in one short week and saw more bad
feeling engendered thereby than he
could hear and see in month at the
springs or on an ocean steamer.
But while he saw and heard, the Evil
One was working in him.
There was good woman in camp,
who had a large tent and many callers
nightly, and no husband-she was
widow-Mrs. Swillin.
1t was raining and several middle
aged widows, maidens, and married
women were listening to tea-kettle
singing over a spirit-lamp in Mrs. Swil-
Inns tent, about 10 o'clock one night,
and Mrs. Bows said to Mrs. Spillin "Do
you know, ma'am, what makes it
always rain at campn1eeting timer"
"Spite."
"Spite2 How can that be?"
"Why, It's Venner's doings, the orful
sinner"
why does he do it, ma'am ?"
because he's Piscopalian. He'd
do wuss than that if he could-he'd
make it rain fire and brimstone-but he
don't dare. Did you hear DIR. Crumbs
to-day ?"
Beautiful And when he held his
hand in front of him this way, and
raised his eyes so, he looked heavenly.
Poor man. He's too good for this
world; they say he has hemrages," said
Mrs. Bows.
"I know it," said Mrs. Swillin," but
1 wouldn't blame him for dying. If
was as ready as him I'd like to go; and
then his wife amt no sort of help to
him. Did you see her sitting down
and just looking at him in the deadest
kind of a way when we was all crying
over his sermon? L tell you that she
amt got no sympathy. Poor man He
looks so much like Mr.. Swillin. If she
had the hemrages, he might get wife
worthy of himself some day."
Mrs. Brooks here broke in, Mrs.
Swillin, have you heard DIR. Team 2"
"Yes, ma'am, but his wife's sister
married a Catholic, and the first thing
We'll have the Pope of Rome for Presi-
dent, and We'll have to kiss his toe, and
such an inquisition We'll have in this
country was never seen nowhere else.
1 wouldn't fall in line and kiss his toe
to save him-I'd die first"
" But indeed, ma 'am ;" said Mrs. Todd,
" went to school with her, and she was
good girl, and she is good woman"
No doubt of that, ma'am," replied
Mrs. Swillin. Nothing more could
have been expected of her, from what
I've heard Her father was a plumber
and joined the Baptist Church just
because he wanted the job to build
papistry for the hard. shells in the city.
OF all people do think the Baptists is
the most bigoted. I know one man
that belongs to that church that is web
footed and forces his family to sleep in
his bathroom, and he won't allow them
any pleasure only at water.
"Have you heard Brother Snuffin,
Mrs. Swillin ?" asked Miss Bane, a
maiden woman of about fifty.
" Indeed l have, Miss Bane, and he's
splendid" replied Mrs. Swillin.
" He does me more good" said Miss
Bane, than any preacher I ever did
hear, and then when he brushes his
long hair back and commences his
paroyations in the first part of his SER
mons, always think that he's speakin'
right at my poor heart, and take so
much comfort