The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-05-08
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exclaimed the young man with A tea,
In his eye, across the table.
We never hear a remark of this kind
ina does not carry us away back te
the days when, a guileless youth, we
sat with the largest appetite at the
Table and was awarded the narrowes,
piece OF pie. Somehow a sentiment
has always prevailed with old folks
that pie is pretty hearty for boys to
eat and they on hit. perhaps, to re-
Proach themselves for allowing .'the
children to have any at all. If pa.
rents could follow their poor fragile
boys, and see them start for the bakers
as soon as they have realized on an old
copper boiler, or hunk of lead pine.
and notice them down n mince bic
with perfect abandon; if they could
see them heave a dozen cakes in on
top OF this pie, and then go home and
paraly2e 4 square meal without finch
ing or giving themselves away, then
parents would east their minds on the
question OF boys stomachs not being
especially adapted to the accommoda.
Q OF pie--mincc pie, at that.
But we wander from the text. IT.
was during the quarterly meeting, and
the Rev. Mr.. Brooks, an old friend of
our fathers was seated at our board.
Ihe holy gentleman was from 4 small
place several miles away. and was
making his quarters at our house while
the meeting lasted. We were deeply
impressed by the fervor ana spirit he
threw into his blessing and his eat.
ing.
Mother had just grated horseradish
previous to dinner, and she put it in a
saucer and placed it, as 1t happened,
near the end of the table where the
coed nan sat. He struck up on the
subject o. religion ut his first opportu-
nifty, and soon warmed to his work.
Victuals did not seem to Interfere
with his linguistic power in the least.
a mouthful OF meat or potato was no
impeachment in his speech. for he ey-
pressed views on the Bible, endless
damnation and the wrath of God, in
a slng-song voice through his nose.
In the midst of a picture he was
painting with the utmost enthusiasm.
IN which the sinner was being con-
signed to the bottomless pit, where
the eternal pillows of fire were rollino
and soothing, and yawn1ng to engulf
the wicked unbeliever, he cast his eve
on mothers sauce of radish. In his
excitement, he mistook it for an in
dlvldual dish of custard, placed there
for his benefit. He plunged his spoon
into 1t and landed a heaping load in
ms mouth. He was just preparing to
give the sinner the final hoist i..to the
terrible sea, but he never heayed that
sinner.
The good man suddenly paused, as
he had worked his victim up to the
brink. He shut his lips tight. Atear
glistened in his eye, and coursed down
us cheek. He arose to his feet and
raised Il leg till his knee touched his
elbow. He rubbed the bald spot on
ms mead, beat the air franticallv with
his hand. and then let out "A howl that
scared the children half to death.
Father saw what it was that caused the
holy gentleman to let up on the sinner
suddenly and wander from the sub
]ect, and he siezcd the pitcher and
poured a pint of water down his
smarting throat.
The Rev. Mr.. Brooks never dlned
at u house again, and unjusliy he
to have taken offence at poor.
mother. For the benefit of
lie anxious reader, we will remark
hat ma lived right on, all the
'ame.-4nrOr1 Biadc.