The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-05-04
THAT LITTLE BLACK SACaEL.


in the biggest kind of difficulty. He was
| going into the country to test few chick
ems, drink some oLttermilk, and exchange
pulpits With rural brother who wanted
to come in and see the city sights and
have little talk with metropolitan sin
ners about Sodom and Gomorrah. The
| good brother, with the bad sachel, board
ed street car for the depot, and sat
down to feed his mind upon the Inner
consciousness of an honest man. The
little handbag was crowded under the
seat to be out of the way. It contained
tooth-b brush, two pairs of socks, and a
sermoa on sanctifcation, with perhaps
handkerchief or two, box of troches,
| and a vial filed with solvent for corns
There may have been a shirt, We can't
say for sure, but have a suspicion bigger
| than full grown certainty that the cleri
| cal garment, known as ''dickey." had
full delegation somewhere in the pastors
baggage.
The good man had hardly taken bis
| seat in the horse car before he found
| himself in a train of thought that didn't
| stop at way stations. but when the car
pulled up at the depot and the man with
the bell punch opened his face to the
| fullest possibility and sent forth an ava
lanche of husky sound that meant
''bounce out or you'll be left the pas
tor came back to earth, took in the stu
alton, grabbed up his little black sachel
and meekly made his way into the depot,
and thence into q car, where he quietly
took possession Of a seat on the shady
side, and proceeded to pick his teeth and
ruminate on total depravity, with the air
of one who loves his fellow man and
good dinner. In due time the train
reached the cross roads station for which
he was bound, and the minister got out
and shook hands with Deacon Parsley,
who was promptly on hand with horse
and vehicle to take him home for enter
tainment during the term of rural minis
trltion. Not to mention a short season
of remonstrance with tie deacon's hired
man, who swore at the oxen and whistled
dancing tunes with all the earnestness of
an impulsive nature, the parson found
everything on the farm very much to his
liking. The deacon and he sided to
dot on nine points of doctrine out of ten,
and the old lady seemed to know every
thing about cookery aid the spiritual
condition of the neighborhood. The
grown-up daughters didn't seem to be
exactly at the top of the stairs in their
ideas of fashion or the harmony of cciors,
but when it came to blocking out pie
that could bring JOY to the palate, or
heeling off sock that would fit without
a wrinkle, they were right at home with
the front blinds open ever hour in the
day. The farmers son had habit of
using his nose for conversational purpos-
es, breathing hard and making use of his
knife to shovel potatoes down his throat,
but he seemed to be steady going young
man, who could talk to the point in prayer
meeting and shuck more corn in Il given
time than any other youth i'll those parts.
The deacons venerable mother, who
had corner at the ireside, wore specs
that made her eyes water, and the poor
old soul couldn't hear thunder, unless
every thing else kept real still, bnt she
believed in perdition without any non.
sense about it, and had some ideas on
| theology that seemed to be covered with
moss foot thick. She had way of
| shooting her openious into body ii
regular shot gun etyle, and, though she
didn't always bit where she aimed. she
| generally made the feathers fly from
some of the flock She had Ioug besn
too feeble to go 10 church, and was COP
sequeutiy in a chronic state OF spiritual
| famine, which found 30 relief, except on
| these rare occasions when preacher was
| sent TO bide day Or two with the farmer.
| At such times the old lady would a ways
| iusis. on her right to forestaii the con
| greeation by having the sermon rehears-
ed at The fire side, as soon as the table
was cleared up aud the tea things put
away. On the present occasion tie par.
son got ready to banqnet her starving
soul with the living food SO snugly baied
up III his sermon on saDetifcation.
With the sachel on his knee the good
man wiped his glasses, cleared his throat
and proceeded to introduce his theme
with a few predatory remarks about the
| beauty of pure life and soul unspot-
ted with the taints of vice. The old lady
adjusted her trumpet to catch all the
sound it could hold, and assumed the
look that romped over the features of
DIR. Tanner when that long deferred
watermelon was placed before him. But
it was some time before the preacher
could find key that would fit ber tightly
locked ears, and again and again she had
him 60 back and try it all over again;
but finally, when his voice began to shake
the windows and make him red in the
face, an understanding look pushed up
the old saints eyebrows, and she babe
him hold it there and keep right on with
his improving talk. With his tongue
still in motion and his eye on the old lady,
the parson mechanically opened the
sachel and dived his hand in for the SER
mon. Pulling out parcel, he waved it
with flourish above his head, and said:
"My friends, the document rold in
my hand has cost me great deal of la
Dor, much time and careful study, and
it embraces, I might say, the ripened