The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-04-17
AS ITHERS SEE US.
BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.

BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.
II don't know about it," said shrewt
faced man, leaning over the counter of
country store and addressing person
who was evidently clergyman, though
his worn clothes and shabby hat showed
that he was Of the class denominatei
"poor ministers.
"You see, Mister Knight, he is one O
them happy creturs who know they're al
right always; I've found it isn't any us'
to deal with such folks against their
grain. He's no thought but what it,
just as right for him to smoke up hal
his months wages, and let his children
want for food and his wife want clothes
fit to go to meetin' as It's for you t
preach"
Perhaps you are right, Deacon Peck,
said Mr.. Knight sadly.
There are some people the Lord only
can awaken to a sense of need and duty
Ii they could see themselves as He sees
them they would be startled enough"
"It would do most as we'll, I guess, il
they could see themselves as ithers see
en- as that Scotch Teller said," replied
the deacon.
Really, Mr.. Peck, that is nonsense,
said grim dry voice behind the minis
ter; voice proceeding from the lips Of
Artemus Hough, an elderly man, with
the long, hard face. half shut supercili-
ious eyes, stiff, high nose. narrow head
and harsh mouth drawn down at the
corners with sanctimonious contempt,
which we see in pictures of old Crom-
wells counsellors and fuglemen. 1.-The
idea that person OF average mind and
education and processing Christian
does not understand himself better than
outsiders can is truly absurd" and Mr..
Hough's gray whiskers seemed to bristle
with indignation, and his white hair
stand up more like a shoe brush than
ever, as he perked up his long chin and
strobe out of the door.
I'm half of his mind. too" said Joe
Packer, the village lawyer, stout, good
looking young man of twenty eight,
whose handsome face and broad shout
ders, twinkling blue and gray eyes and
full lips betrayed man who loved his
ease and his pleasure, and enjoyed
the good things of this life; a
man who would have hard fight with
the world, the flesh and the devil, if he
felt like fighting them, And there were
times when he did for he was member
of Mr.. Knights church, and taught a
Bible class of young men, and was
earnest in good works-spasmodically.
Every little while he had an attack of
courage, resolve, and strong intent to
live up to the Bible, and he would run
well till something came in his way,
which he was too easy and lazy to fight,
and then he "let it slide" to use his
favorite phrase. He considered him
self pretty good fellow, not ceusorious
or hard on other people, fairly good
Christian example, an acute lawyer, q
first-rate Sunday School teacher, and
a general gain of some Importance to
Stamford
II don't always agree with Mr..
Hough," he said, rising from the arm
chair where he was smoking pipe, and
his muscular arms out as if
to try their easy strength, "but it does
not seem reasonable that man should
himself better than people
who only see the outer demonstrations
of his personality"
and yet our Lord said. BY their
works shall We know them" said Mr..
Knight. gently
Artemus Hough walked home across
the street, swelling his inward self-im-
portance; if his thoughts had been spok-
IN out they would have run in this
wise: "As if anyone in Stamford could
aisapprove of me, except the sinful and
evil. A man as orthodox as I am, O.
strict life and conversation, church
yoer, a protester against lax modern
thought and practice, a virtuous, up
right, devout person, family prayers
always and blessing every meal, a
leader in prayer-meeting and con-
,centious Sabbath school teacher. I
should like to know what any person of
brains could see in me that I don't see
myself"
Suddenly in that, lightning flash way
peculiar to Scripture texts, the words
ylittered across his mind, "These things
ought We to have done and not to leave
The others undone." "Odd!" he thought,
why should that text come into my
head ?" but there the thought ended;
his armor of self-complacency was proof
even against this divine arrow, and all
he opened the door of his
house and found his wife, fair, pale,
lad faced woman, Just making the tea.
She turned her frightened blue eyes
It him as he entered.
"Tea's just ready!" she said, in an ap.
tone, casting furtive glance
1t the table.
He also looked that way, and his face
Baked apples, and cake, too! Eliza,
'eplace that loaf in the locker. I can
lot have such extravaganza. We shall
,ome to poverty if you are so reckless.
"Mrs. Goodenough sent it in, Mr..
dough," timidly answered his wife,
and she said it ought to be eat right
way; it's feather cake, and amt good
.fter day"
well, well! that alters the matter
ome, but set away the backed apples.
Jake and bread and butter is plenty,
,lenty; think of the starving heather"
What good her baked apples did or
would or could do to the famished mill
ons of India had never been quite clear
o Mrs. Hough, but she was too well
to ask questions. Artemus
1ough believed in his headship in the
amily, as Nero believed in his head
hip Of the empire, only Artemus never
elaxed his SO far as to fiddle under any
circumstances. The frugal supper over,
'Ir. Fl. worked in the garden as long as