The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-05-07
THE PARSONS DESPAIR.
A Shepherd Who Was Sick OF the World,
Sick of tho Deceptions Of False Friends
and Sick Mt the Stomach.

A Shepherd Who Was Sick of the World,
Sick of tho Deceptions OF False Friends
and Sick at the Stomach.
ATLANTA Constitutional
Parson Grip was full TO tho brim with
choking sorrow, and straight rye whisky;
and, as he bent his aged form around an
ever ready lamp post, the deep sobs of a
broken heart ratified his false teeth like
loose shingles on a roof during O wind
storm.
"I'm shiclS, no conhdentially addressed
the lamp post, "shick at 20 wurl-shick Of
deshepshun IN false fren's, an mighty
shicll at my stomache."
The lamp winked knowingly, but wisely
kept silent
After moments pause, to wipe orl his
chin, the parson went on:
"Wunsh 'wuz yourg N innorcent, now
Ish ole IN dev'lsh: whatsh say, pard%
Still tho lamp post deigned no reply.
"Well, shir, you'sh fullern a tick" con-
tinued the overAowins parson, "shtan
shtlll, you loo.in-'o-tic; you shes wobble
roun' like shoe never was shober; hey,
hold-hic.up, Ish goiu' zat way"
He had released his evening companion
to push the silvery locks of hair back from
his forehead, and in his excited state Of
mind, imagined that the post was retreat
ing.
With q wild bound, ho clutched desper-
ately at the fleeing form; missed it, and re.
cfined gracefully, though not softly, in the
gutter.
For q moment his overwrought brain
kept him moving uneasily; but gradually
sweet Morpheus spread his soft wings of
rest above the retired form, and the parson
swectly slept.
In this cozy couch the policeman found
him; and the above was,the testimony ofia
witness in the Recorders Court, the fol-
lowing morning.
The parson was now sober, but the re-
cent frolic had left deep traces of misery
on his aged face, and great stains OF red
mud on his coat.
"what say you to the chargcp demand
cd the court.
The solemn eyes Of Parson Grip slowly
sought the Recorders face, as he replied:
"Jedge, Pm thsvictim Of great decep-
ton; the hands of false friends have
played wild havoc with your humble SER
want"
81 what wayp growled his honor.
"You see, Jedge, Pm not ia native Of your
fair and glorious city, although / expect to
be-D
"Yes. Fer thirty-nve days, anyhow"
laughed the Recorder.
"Please don't interrupt me-" painfully
pleaded the parson, "as | was about to re-
mark, live far from your prosperous city;
my residence, when Pm at home, is near
Smyrna"
"How'd you git here-walkp
"No, sir; l camo in style; had berth on
a Green Line sleeper.
"But why did you comeW
"Softly, softly, Jedge; Pm coming to
that part now. In my far away home had
horse-a beautiful animal-who could
make her mile in ninety minutes; and al
SO had n friend in Atlanta"
"Yes; go on"
"That friend wrote me that IL I'd give
him five dollars he would sell my racer to
gentleman here for $500"
"ohp gasped HislHonor, "thc villainous
plot Is unraveling. Proceed"
swell, sir, sent the horse on by my son,
and / came as before stated. 1 got here
three days ahead Of my animal, for she'd
been sick ON the road, SO my boy said. But
by and by met the trader and exchanged
my dear old horse for his filthy lucre."
81 don't see any trouble there" spoke
His Honor.
swat, good sir" continued the parson,
and with -a.free-lunch-counter
look, he slobbered out, ''the 200 was all
counterfeit"
SHOW long would your horse have
llvedp.
"Jedge," sobbed the parson, 81 didn't
expect hor 10 ever reach Atlanta"
"And now you're kicking because you
got sold, instead Of selling some one elser'
al am not kicking about that, Jodge; tits
my false friend that's causingme such suf.
fering," erie the parson, as he was gently
led 10 the stockade gang.