The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-12-18
Settled the Bill.
Arkansa,o Traveller.

| ArkansaW Traveller.
A circuit rider, in neighborhood
with which he was unacquainted, stop
ped man in the road and asked:
my friend can you tell me of a place
where preacher can stay all night with
out money and without price1'
'Yas, in the woods.
'Ot course, but can't you tell me of
some house2
'Yas (pointing,) that one up on the
hill up yonder.'
will it cost me anything,f
Not cent
'Whose lives there2'
Nobody
Idon't want to stay in vacant house.
Come, now, my good man, tell me of a
place
wall, l will. Go about two miles
down this road, then turn to the left.
The fust house you strike will be old
Sam Potter's. He'll take you in.
But, will he charge anythingf'
| Not a cent
Treat me well, of course1'
Like er judge-give you the best he
has in his house.
will he feed my horse1'
He'll founder him, if you say so.
Il am thousand times obliged to
you.'
Say, the man called after the preach
er started off, 'he's sorter curious fell
low an if you ask him how much he
charges he'll git mad. Jest act like you
was at home, an it I'll be all right with
him.
Thank you, I'll do So
The preacher found old Potter to be
tall, gaunt man, with harsh voice
and grizzled beard. Just before bed
time the minister asked Mr.. Potter if he
would join him in prayer.
Not jest yit,' Potter replied. Jest
git down an pray when yer feel like it.
Don't wait on me, fur I've got to feed
the dogs afore 60 to bed.'
After breakfast the next morning,
when the preachers horse had been sad.
died, the reverend gentleman turned to
Potter and said:
when I leave place l always feel
that l am forgetting something
Wall, amt yer1'
NO, ! think not the preacher re-
piled, as he began to tumble in his sad
dle-bags. No, 1 haven't forgotten any
thing
I'm purity certain that you have.
You've forgotten to pay me-
'What3 1 didn't know you charged
anything
you know it now.'
But, my dear sir, 1 am poor preacher
'Never hearn you preach, but jedgin'
by the way you talk, 1 reckin' you air
er very po' preacher
Il mean that l haven't any money
Not my fault
That's all very we'll but l can't pay
you anything
Then I'll have to take it outen your
hide
Look here, my friend
ooh, I'm lookin'. Coin to keep my
4 say man told me that couId stay
here without charge
sYaS, but l wasn't the man.
This is surely very awkward posi-
ton. Ireally do not know what to do
Settle up, is the best advice can
offer to you.
But l really cannot.
Then some OF your hide must come
off,
Il wish you had more SOUL
'Yas, an 1 wish you had more money
you certainly would not commit an
act of violence merely for few dimesF
'Yas, b'lieve would.
IF you'll let me off I'll send you the
money
mo, I'm erfeered that after you begin
to feed your flock you won't think OF
sinner like me-.
'Well, 1 declare I'm in an very awk-
ward position
Eyes, so I've hearn.'
is there no way by which we can set
tie this affair7'
ooh, yes; pay up
sBut 1 tell you have no money
'Yes, so I've hearn.'
well, as you have driven me to the
wall suppose must fight you
That's my ticket. Skin YOURSELF
The preacher took off his alapaca
coat, folded it and put it on bench,
then after rolling up his shirt seeves, he
said:
'Just step this way, please.
Mr.. Potter stepped that way and was
promptly knocked down. He got up
lust in time to be knocked down again.
The next time he got up cautiously and
tried to seize the preacher, but was
knocked fiat on his back.
'Well, parson,' he said, getting up,
I'm well paid. Look here, he con-
tinued, brushing himself, you've got to
eat dinner with me before you go. AT
first didn't think you had much relig-
ion, but now l know that you are one
of the elect. John, take the parsons
horse back to the stable, kain't afford
to let you go, sir. 1t was old Bill
Simons that told you to come over here
an he has been dodgin' round all the
mornin' to see you whipped. Say, what
bus ness was you in before you gunter
preaching1
Il was prize fighter the preacher
replied, as he seated himself and smooth
ed his hair.
REThere was meeting ofthe preach
ers of Lynchburg, Va, and when it was
breaking up DR.. John Harmon could
not find his hat. Turning to the Rev.
R. R. Acree, he said:
'One of your Baptists has my hat
sThen, said Brother Acree, 'your hat
has more brains in it than ever before.
A few days after that DIR. Harmon