The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-16

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 "Come on, Fern." said the boy. This man saved pap's life"
 She advanced, held out her hand and said:
 Howdy." A moment later she vaa- ished.
 Shes sorter skeery," Raney re- marked. but she'll git out uv that when see gits used to you. She's mighty nigh a grown woman now an she oughtent act that way She's gone out now to scratch round an git somethin to cat fur us. Oh, she ken cook. She ken cook all round anythin' in this nesghhoghood {; an you mout not believe it but she kin snatch the skin off a squirrel ike shuckin' year uv con-"
 The enumeration ofthe young womans accomplishments might have been more nearly complete had not the preacher introduced another subject.
 Supper was announced by Fern, who stepped to the door and made sign to her father.
 Come, parson," said Raney, "you won't find no big feast uv the passover, but we've got some wild turkey that's powerful hard to beat"
 Fern shyly took seat at the head of the table. The "hog tat" lamp splut- tered, and threw more shadows than light, but to the revivAlist, the radiance of q wild wood beauty made the room bright and cheerful.
 Fern, the gentleman Is goin' to preach to- night" said RAney "Wouldnt you like to hear himf
 "I don't know, sir"
 You must come" the preacher said, giving her an earnest look.
 Well, will" she replied, My maw usser tell me about preachin' but never heard nobody preach"
 "ls il possible P John Moore asked ip surprise.
 That ain't fur from the size uv it, " said Raney. "The pore child ain't had much uv show, bat intend to take her ou, uv this here place" | After supper, when Moore offered to escort the giri down to the place where the services were to be held, she glanced at him in bewildermen,, and then quickly turning swiftly ran away.
 Never mind" said Raney, "She'il come. As 1 told you she's sorter skit- tish.n
 l The rough customers had kindled great log hrc, and were awaiting the preacher when he arrived. Goostrec and Ktnchloe engaged in an undcrtone con. versation, sat on a large box. Old Mur- ray stood near the fire with his hand. Clasped behind him. Several women stools which they had brought with them The preacher, after shaking hands with every one, asked # any one could assist him in singing hymn. GoostTee said Il he were to sing the meeting would be a failure. Kinchloe declared that be was 1 something of a dancer, and could make fiddle complain of the .' rheumatiz ' but that singing was a leetle" beyond his reach. Old Murray and two women offered their services. Alter the hymn, which was sung with marked individual i,y, the preacher produced a small blb' c read his text and began to talk in clear voice. The toughest of men arc at tracted by smooth flow of words, nc matter what the subject may be. The speaker kindly told his hearers of the sins they were daily committing, and with burning words he painted a sub Timely awful picture of hell Then he spoke of the love ofChris', of His willing ness to save sinners. Some one sobbed aloud. The preacher ceased speaking stepped from behind the rude table which served as a desk, advanced to a form kneeling in the semi.gloom and placed his hand on Ferns beautiful head She looked up, tears were streaming dowr her face
 Oh, mister" she said, "I didn ,, know 1 was such sinner. Nobody didn't tel me. Oh. do have to 20 to that awful place"
 "No Jesus stretches out His arms to- ward you. Believe in Him, and He vii purify your soul. Let His great love en. ter your heart"
 "He don't love me. He don't know me-"
 "Yes He does. He suffered to save you"
 "No mo-" she replied not me"
 "Yes, you. His love reaches everyone Believe on Him cast away all doubt The trough customers" with strange and excited eagerness, formed a circle around the girl and the preacher.
 "I will believe" Fern exclaimed. !" do believe oh, pap" She sprang to her feet and threw her arms about her father.
 That the pu,tiest sight ever seed, ' old Murray remarked, as the tears streamed from his eyes. The preacher looked at the old man, and then, as something seemed to rise in his throat, he turned away.
 The Trough customers assemble early the mex, evening, ap xious, 1t seemed, to contemplate the iurid depths of the terrible abyss, or perhaps indulging a fain. hope th at their sins might Dc swept away. Passionate, desperate men are freouently more easily drawn to the mourners' bench than ren who are bu, little sequ tainted with vice. Coos tree and Klnckloe, though desperate, were not passionate enough to be deeply impressed by 6erv elcuuence or by the