The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-09-15
CHAPTER vIII.

minister's notice, ana he tracked them
up the bank.
"Look here, Joe !" he said, "some
one has been ahead of us this morn
ing see these tracks !"
"Why, that is the path to Shaw's
cavel / wonder who could have
gone there You have heard about
the counterfeiter''s den3 That is the
place up there. Suppose we go up
and see it."
They clambered leisurely up the
bank, but were surprised to find the
entrance fastened on the inside.
They pushed against the door and
called, bur only the echoes of their
voices replied.
swell, this is mighty strange I'll
bet Thomas did see Sam Brownlow,
as he thought. There is somebody
in here said Joe.
Mr.. Sunderland gave his cousin a
rap on his shoulder, and look Of
caution "Do not be too sure just
as like as not large boulder has fall
len against the door, and fastened it,
without any human agency"
81 never thought of that There
ora 1otc &C ctNpac The L,,,a so1IaJ
down since l was here last"
"Now, since we cannot explore the
cave, we will go down and catch
enough trout for dinner"
After they were fairly out of hear
ing, Mr.. Sunderland said:
'.We will fish a while-but, Joe,
there is some person in that cave |!
The tracts went directly into entrance.
Then am sure | heard steps in
side
81 was just going to say l smelt
tobacco smoke as you hit me; so 1
held my tongue, for once"
Snow, Joe, suppose in half an
hour you run down to the mill and
tell William; | will stay and fish, and
keep watch of the entrance, said the
minister, as he dropped his hook into
the water.
But William was away from home
had gone with his father and Thorn
as to the village, and would not be
back till late.
When Mr.. Warrenton came home
he was accompanied by an elderly
man, with smooth shaved face, and
long gray hair, and dressed in rus
ty suit Of black, with green specta-
cles. The minister was sitting in the
garden when his uncle drove up.
"Henry," Mr.. Warrenton said,
''here is minister that was inquir-
ing for you at the office; so 1
invited him to ride over with me to
see you. His name isl forget"
"Whitman-Elias Whitman. I am
an unworthy minister of the gospel,
a travelling missionary, and l always
call on the ministers in every town 1
pass through, that they may assist me
in my sacred work, and stir up the
people to give of their abundance to
their less favored brethren.">
At the tea-table, Mr.. Warrenton
invited the missionary to pronouce a
blessing, which he did with much
sanctity, and discoursed chiefly on
religious topics. Mr.. Warrenton
thought there was wide field of la
Dor in their own neighborhood, and
plenty of poor and ignorant heather
to be christianized at home, while
Mr.. Whitman urged the claims Of
those in distant lands, and Mr..
Sunderland considered that both
home and foreign missions were wor-
thy objects, and gave wide sphere
to christian benevolence.
81 am sorry, sir, that your views
and mine are so different, for / had
hoped you would be generous in be-
slowing Of your abundance to help
the poor heathen," said Mr.. Whit
man turning to his host.
ooh, / shall give you something;
but think charity begins at home,"
and rising from his easy chair, he
went into the sleeping room adjoin-
ing, unlocked the secretary, and took
a well-filled pocket-book from a