The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-08-03

won't the old Squire be ripping mao ?"
and he shook his head obviously, as he
rose from the table and babe his men 90
with him and the minister.
And so it happened that an occasional
passer-by saw and marveled at the sight
Of Squire Thompsonis hay being hauled
in Sunday. But stout Farmer Shales and
his men and boys worked with a will;
the carts groaned as The patient oxen tug
ged the great loads into the barns, and yet
the sturdy yeoman saw that the storm
would be upon them before the field could
be cleared. E we only had another team,
or a hoss to go with the 'Squire's odd one
here, we swing the hull lot Your nags
too little to do any good" he said to Mr..
Brown, as the boys backed one of the OK
teams out Of the barn, IAN the only boss
I've got } Manda's taken away
Margaret stood near and heard the con.
versation. "Blucher' is in the pasture
she said eagerly, "I1l get him." and the
1.-the figure, half child, half woman fitted
away, bride in hand.
II swan" said the farmer as they started
into the field again, that gal beats al;
creation She'll ketch that big wild colt.
ride him in, an tackle up the team herself,
fore VIC git another load on. Say, one o. ye
boys, stop m help her rig up
The minister fingered near the barn
and soon a thunder of horses hoofs came
down the lane leading to the back fields,
and a huge black horse galloped up to the
Darn with the 'Squireis madcap daughter
clinging like a squirrel to his back, woman
fashion, though minus stirrup or saddle
She sprnng down and laughing at the min
ister's awkward attempts ut assistance,
helped the boy harness the team, her brown
fingers tightening strap and buckle deity.
And then taking the reins herself and
standing lightly in the swaying rack she
guided the prancing colt and more sober
mate down into the meadow, with the
skill of q practiced teamster, while the
unirister stood y little vav hark elipqine
to the side of the hay-rack to keep from
falling, much to the Shales boys amuse-
ment, who WIS balancing himself upon the
hind rave of the wagon, and grinning to
himself. And the minister throwing of
his coat, in his laundering way did what
he could to facilitate matters, blistering his
hands and working himself into n profuse
perspiration.
A few scattering ~rain-drops fell ere the
last load was safely in, for the clouds had
grown black and heavy, and Mr.. Shales
wiped his brow with his coarse sleeve
IS the minister looked at his watch. "a
quarter of g." said the latter; II have
scarcely time to get to the church"
"In go with ye, 'twon't take long to
change my buds, though you'll get wet.
But well take an ambrill," and the minis
ter hurried away to the house of the latter,
while Margaret thanked them for their
kindness.
81 don'tknow how this thing'n work.
said Mr.. Shales, as they passed the Thomp-
son meadow, with its bare green stubble and
scattering wisps of hay here and there, FOL
they had not taken the pains TO rake aftei
l Tho narfa Aaf ~ ch0nlduff hanpau 20 rufn-
an the clouds dc look some broken lick
jest now-thc old Squirrel tare like blazes
Howsomever, what's did can't be ondid."
And really the pattering drops of rair
had ceased to fall, and the blacklist of til,
clouds had swept away to the westward
1t was a little after 3 o'clock, and tn,
old church was foirly well filed with
congregation who were to hear the las
sermon of the young minister, for tn,
older members had about the same as de
cided to call Mr.. Sharp. The two Thomp
son brothers were there, though they die
not sit together, Deacon Jim, his siste.
Martha and the virtually accepted candi
date sat together, while in his own pew
alone dropped the rugged old Squire, ant
Deacon Jim's family occupied the minis
ister's pew just in front, though this after
noon it should have been at the dispose
Mr.. Brown.
They were waiting and wondering a
the ~latter's n~on-appearance when he ant
MIR. Shales walked in together and up til,
aisle to the minister's pew, when, seeing il
full, Mr.. Shales sat beside Squire Thomp
son, who scarcely seemed to heed his pres
ence. AS the minister passed on to tn,
pulpit, the former plainly saw n spear OF
herd's-grass in his hair, while many won,
dered at his flushed face.
TIT opening hymn was sung, the prayel
made, and another hymn followed, and
then Mr.. Brown rose without notes, turned
the leaves of the great Bible, and read in
his clear, powerful voice, which rang like O
trumpet through the old church: "Lovt
not the world neither the things that ar,
IN the wurlu. II any MAN love the worIo
the love of the Father is rot in hizs.
Deacon Tom groaned IN response
Another fire-brand was to be added to his
spirit, while suddenly the rain came down
upon the roof in a drenching torrent, and
he knew that his fine field of hay would
be ruined. Verify the way of the transgres-
sor was hard.
But harkl Mr.. Brown was not preaching
as Mr.. Sharp had preached from the SAM
text in the forenoon, and as Elder Doolittlt
had preached n dozen times before. No
he was explaining, while the spear of herds.
grass nodded at the top of his head, and
the perspiration of the bayfield, stood up
on his forehead, that the love of wife, the
love of children, the love of all things
beautiful and good and pure were not in
cluded in his love of the world, only such
things as tended to debase, to corrupt and
dehle. That the love of our kindred, our
parents, our children and all Gods beauti-
full creations, was the surest and most tan
gtble evidence of our love for the Creator.
For nearly an hour he spoke, pouring
ont the whole power and fervor of his
strong young nature, and Squire Thomae
thompson sat straight up with more of
gladness in his eyes than had been there
for years, while Farmer Shales sprang to
his feet at its close and slapped his thigh
vigorously, fairly shouting forth, "By
hokypn and then he sat down covered with
confusion, while Elder Sharp looked around
uneasily Mt the congregation.
Rev. Mr.. Brown requested the audience
to rise and sing Coronation" and they did
so with a vengeance. Deacon TOMS bass
5oice rolled out like liberated thunder, and
Farmer Shales fairly howled, for music was
nowhere and Coronation was everywhere.
But Deacon Jim, Aunt Martha, Elder
Sharp, and the rest of the more straight
haired members were not in their element
They felt hat old things had passed away.
As the young minister came down from
the pulpit, the Squire grasped his hand.
Come home with me,' he said, and then.
turning to his brother, says, wen settle
this matter tomorrow" But Deacon Jim
knew that it was settled then, n that
Elder Sharp must look elsewhere, FOL
Squire Thompson was himself again.
They rode home almost in silence, fol
Aunt Martha really imagined hat the
devil had been let loose with her brother
and the young minister was secretly trem.
bling at the anticipated result of his med.
ding with the 'Squire's business, while
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