The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-08-02

faced man, with a spirit of progression and
a kindly heart beaming from his eyes.
The elder minister was to preach at 10
O'Clock in the forenoon, and then the heads
of the church were to meet at Deacon
Jim's" house for q spiritual confab, and
then at 3 o'clock in the afternoon the
younger man was to be given q last chance,
as they had previously preached two ser
mons apiece, the elder members of the
church leaning toward Mr.. Sharp, the mid
dle-aged minister, while MI. Brown had
captured the younger members.
The morning service wa over. Rev. Mr..
Sharp had preached an effective sermon
from the text, "Love not the world, neither
the things that are in the world" etc. He
explained that the meaning of this was
that we must not let our affections rest
upon material things to the exclusion of
Spiritual that the love we bear our earthly
friends, wife, husband, children, parents,
brother or sister, was worldly; that the
love OF flowers and all things beautiful,
fine raiment, which he abominated, was
worldly, and served to lessen our hopes of
heaven If it were not held in check, or
cast out utterly in the case of love of orna-
ment. The speaker did manage to infuse
considerable fervor into his discourse,
plainly showing that none of this worldly
love stood between him and ultimate sal
walton.
deacon Jim" and deacon Tom" sat
side by side through the sermon, the for
nler rigid and erect, every hair bristling in
sympathy with the speaker, but not so with
Thomas. Though ordinarily much the
stronger man of the two, to-day he was as
weak as a child. Bowling forward in the
pew, while tear after tear followed each
other down through the wrinkles and
seams of the rugged face, or took their
way along the ridge of his prominent nose,
hanging a moment at the tip ere they drop
ped in the dust at his feet, where his soul,
fguratively speaking, l.y groveling, Thomas
Thompson fought the old battle over again.
All this love for his dead wife, though its
fruition, alas, came too late, stood between
him and his Maker; all his present living
love for his girl, his wife's legacy, was a
blot, a stencil in the eyes of the Almighty.
OF the other loves he was guiltless.
After the sermon, Deacon Jim" grasped
the bony hand OF Rev. Mr. Sharp in his
hard palm, shaking it vigorously as
he said YOU'RE the man for us, Mr.. Sharp.
That was a capital sermon"
But Thomas came out as one in a dream,
and all through the discussion and the din
ner and the after-dinner talk he saw moth
ing but the dead face of his wife; heard
nothing but the girlish prattle or ringing
laughter of his daughter, and coupled with
these the thought that love for the dead
and the living was sinful, and must be
checked.
Margaret had watched her father and
N drive away, md then once more look
ed down over the meadow and wished in
her heart that her father had been a little
more sinful, at least enough to allow of his
securing this hay, for the crop at best was
very light, and what had been harvested
was badly damaged. And this field in par
t~icular, with its unusually good crop of
grass for the season, must share the fate of
the rest, for as the forenoon wore away the
heavens were filed with unmistakable
sign of a coming storm.
Farmer Shales, with two stout yoke of
oxen, his two sons and n couple of hired
men, had just driven the last load of hay
into his barn, MS Father Time turned the
glass at midday, and came to the roadside
gate of his barnyard with one pair of the
cattle, when Rev. Mr.. Brown drove up.
How DIDO, Elder, didn't you go to hear
Mr.. Sharp preach this foreooon?" asked
Mr.. Shales, MS the young minister stopped.
mo, l had an engagement elsewhere,
but shall speak this afternoon at 3 o'clock.
Did. you attend ?"
To be concluded in tomorroto's paper.