The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-06
CURIOUS IN HIS MOVEMENTS.
A Repentant Sinner who Called on an
 Eminent Divine.

Eminent Divine. The Rev. Mir. Malkittle leaned back in his comfortable chair and not only smiled, but congratulated himself His church had made his call stronger-had raised his salary. Ministers, like poli- ticians, feel better when they know that their services are appreciated. Fortune, it seemed, had fired at MT. Mulkittle with botL barrels, for shortly after receiving the intelligence that his salary had been raised, party of ladies called, and in tho name of the Sunday school, pre- sented him with a fine silk hat and pair of dove coiored kid gloves.
 He had just entered the room, having returned from a visit to an old brother, whither he had gone quite as much to air his new hat as for any of the nobler motives which often inspire interchange of social relations. Taking of his gloves and placing them in his hat, the good man plucked a flake of lint from his pantzloons, and, looking up, caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Then he smiled again. Some one rang ] the door bell.
 "Come in," shouted MT. Mulkittle, without rising. The sounds which came down the hallway were the alternating tip-tap, tip-tap, which accompany rur- down shoes. The minister expected to see man of rather plain appearance, but had not counted upon seeing one of the most onery" samples of the human family which it had ever been his mis- fortune to behold. The visitor wore an old pair of jeans brooches, intended to be brown, but running into a bilious yell low; blue jeans coat that must have been stolen from a "scare-crow a wa;stcoat hurriedly made of bed-ticking, and shoes that widowed all around when he walked.
 "How are you" said Mir. Mulkitile, attempting to conceal his repugnance.
 "Aint in the best of health, how is it with yourselt?"
 Have you any business with mer
 "Not in worldly way. You are the Rev. MT. Mulkittle, believe"
 "Yes. What can l do for you? I'll tell you now, though, that 1 can't give you anything to eat am the only one at home and there's nothing cooked"
 "I am sorry," replied the visitor, with a painful bow, that my looks suggest something to eat. am not in search of food but of drink"
 @Look here, don't come round here talking about something to drink. If had thousand barrels of liquor l would not give you drop"
 "Pardon me, my dear sir, do not mean liquor. thirst not for the vile drinks of this world. l would drink a draught from the well of eternal liie."
 Mir. Mulkittle gazed in astonishment at his visitor.
 "Yes, sir" continued the man, "l would turn from the snares of this world"
 "If you are sincere" replied Mir. Null kittle, "I will do all can to assist you. Does remorse, arising fem some great crime. drive you to repentance2"
 "Yes, sir"
 Mir. Mulkittle eyed the visitor suspi- ciously. He was almost afrai3 to ask the question which naturally arose, and would have suspended further investi- gation but for embarrassment which he knew would follow. "What was the na- ture of your crime 3'
 "Ah, sir, do not deal harshly with me. Do not turn from me when tell you, but assist me in seeking that forgiveness without which we are pitiable wretches, indeed. butted sheep off the bridge" :"
 "What !"
 "Butted sheep of the bridge" MT. Mukittle could not repress broad grin.
 @Oh, do not smile at my desperation. for 1 haxe sought repentance. have worn sack clothes"
 Here, lifting his coat, he took from around him large hemp towel filled with ashes.
 @Look out" exclaimed the minister, don't spill your ashes on the carpet Come, get out."
 "Ashes to ashes," said the visitor, taking handful, sowing it around and