Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-03-16

say, on an average; sone times, more some
times less. "
| Sixty. thous and u DAY Dear, dear!
And how many did you NOW down to day,
if its q fair question Z
Not . single one. a
Not Il sin- gle one? Dear, dear! Why
| there are sixty thousand Christian folk
that ought to be under obligations to me. \
Well, not exactly. You see take a
! holiday now and then, and this happened 10
| be one of my lazy days, else I couIGn + have
accepted your kind invitation.
But how do you tell whom to cut down
and whom to leaye2 because 7 don't sup
| pose you do it at random. rs " 5
| Is Ofeonrse 1 don't; but If you will come
home with me will shoT you with pleas
| ure. Oh, no; it ism far-5a Nero boWshot
from here. = W. liz ~ 87
Jean Philippe looked about him. ~ They
were on the verge Of the forest Of Raudour.
From chapel to chapel, as the saying is,
they had been talking a good Blk hours,
without his noticing it. III \. 3ss II
The residence of Death was d mean and
poorly furnished hut, its sole ornament the
big scythe, which, in the rays OF tho moon,
shone as il it were mace Of silver.
| For a master workman, such as you are, !"
qHoth the farmer, Il must sag you are
poorly lodged. 2 .5.
Oh, that naakes no difference. The pot
isn't the beer you know. And, besides,
I'm not married. But come down stairs
till show you. III
He took his scythe and milestone, and
lifted trap door in the flooring. Jean
Philippe followed him into the aperture,
and they went down dark ana winding
stair, went down, vent down, Weslt down,
i'll tile farmer thought they must be COM
Ing to lie very center Of the earth. At last
they reached o big iron door. Death
opened II with key he took from his belt,
and jean Philippe started back as it swung
open. +. 4
aIn the name OF. God, what is this? : he
stammered, blinded by the glow of light.
which burst forth from the aperture.
Before him we're endless vistas 81 gal
legies, where shone millions of lighted
lamps. There we're lamps Of gold ana Of
silver, OF copper and Of brass, Of IRON and
OF tin; lamps Of every metal, from the most
precious to the basest; lamps swing ng
from the roof, hung against the wallis
ranged in rows on steps Of porphyry. And
yet, curicusly enough, Jean Philippe could
distinguish the shining Of each individual
lamp.
h These, said Death, 'sase the lamps Of
y
them goes out it means that some one up
above US is TO be cat down. !" .a
Curious-yery. And the golden
lamps2F
The golden lamps are kings and princes,
the silver ones are dukes, tina brazen Ones
are counts, and SO Oh down to the small
tin lamps, which are the common people.
All are Tabled, you see. NJ II.
q, 80, = -.
gallery for some time in ecstasy. He no.
ticea that the lamps Of many noble and
powerful lords which might have been
thought to be full Of oil, were running low,
and that many of the brightest Lights were
in the nearest sockets. When he mad en-
ioye1 the spectacle long enough, he said to
Death:
s5.$. Say god papa, where are tAs lamps o.
G7ense- Raoult, it you have no objections
to my seeing them ?".z5.sz
Nona whatever. In the first gallery
third section, on the lef5-hand side @
While the former proceeded on his tour
Of Inspection, Death sat down and began
putting IN edge on his scythe against the,
days work. From sins TO time exolama-
tons OF surprise or merrimant came from
the gallery. Presently Jean Philippe re-
appeared, looking decidedly astonishsd
I say, Death" Z he crisd excitedly, We
come TO tell yQa that my lamp is almost
out of oiI.s' IA.
aThat il likely enough" replied Death,
running his thumb along the blade
The deuce you say Then It is pretty
near my dme?s #8s Il
rseatn nodded. III s &. 355e 6lBs
.l y say, PERTAINS YOU are sharpening that
scytba Is Is - tto--==--... 2 a 3.
Precisely 4" and Death gave a scientific
whet to one part Of the edge that seemed 4
trias dull. .ss3t
Why, bless me, Shis is very urlsxpeet-
ed" said the farner; then sliding mp to The
mover, he went on, mystsrieusly: I say, 3
old boy, you sea consider you rs one OF
the family, is there no WAY could SNUG
gle 8. little oil into that lanps I.
'smuggse q little Oil into that lamp
M ny, what do you take nae for n .iSs
Ws'rs alone, you see, and ProVideneeW
never suspect any shing irreg alsi'. l
It's against the rules. You had better
fall to your prayers, friend. .1 III
Oh, but between old chums h,
@ That ) oil right; bat fall to your prayers,
enuMs as we are. s5.H 5 N f$S
aAll care for is to hold over till Lent. Sc
that yon and I can have q little Mardi- Gras
festival. tell yen, sir, We II have such a
lime as you never saw; pancakes till you
can' i rest, and besr-ifll be my treat all the
time. 81 u q n,
No n9nsaa -, .sien,d This seytha y
about ready. (
Merely a drop or two. You car fake
some from the big pot ballied lamp Of the
parish priest Of Condo it's SO full that it's
fairly choking up the wick. Besides, it'll
lat the good man enter upon his re ward 50
| much the sooner. don i you see?
Imossibla, friend; Impossible Last
I week when you we're in search of . goafa-
| thar ra:7 cni,idnst find nna rioiair honest