The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1888-02-04

ElderDerry announced his intended
departure. you'd better come out IN
the country again. You can board
cheap, or work for your board, if you
want to. I'd take you. l sh'd think
'twould do ye good to git up an STIR
round after takin' it easy year"
Arrived at East Gypsum, Mr.. Elder
berry was directed to the house OF Mrs.
Mullen, who, it was said, desired one
more boarder. He was met at the
door by an elderly woman, who proved
to be Mrs. Mullen, Senior.
"Board? Yes. Professional man?
Yes" said the old lady, in high STAG
cato voice, as she led the way up stairs.
owe may suit, and we may not. Julia,
my sons wife, gives lessons. P'r'aps
you'll find out one of these days what
sons wives are. When she aint banging
the piano, or the children aint, the
scholars are The pianos just under
this ROOM"
She opened the door of a torrid
chamber.
"There's two sets O twins, and one
odd, and they rampage all over the
house. That's Julia's idea of govern
ment. The young man in the room
back of this is learning the horn, an
when he's home-an' he always Is
evenings-he practices, or reads out
loud for his elocution. Probably you
want a cool room? Hem Well This
room'd bake an egg after dinner; fronts
west, and there's "a tin roof. Another
one of Juiia's ideas. Our price Is eight
dollars. | think she wants to rent this
room, but you'd better come in later
and see her.
Mr.. Elderberry did not return to
Mrs. MuIlein's, and, after long wander
ing, found little room in house
owned by two quiet spinsters. But the
| lot was narrow, and on one side was a
melodeon, on the other were four girls
| and a duicimer. In vain did Mr.. Elder
berry attempt literary composition.
| The melodeon wheezed, while the dul
elmer kept up a monotonous, "Pink-a-
punk-a-pink Pink-a-punk ! A pink a.
punk A pink ''
When a week had passed, having
only dollar and forty cents left, Mr.
| Elderberry set out for home on foot
He had on his old clothes, but the
ministerial cut was unmistakable, and
the old farmer who overlook him, asked,
dryly: "Heva lift, Elder? I'm going
your way"
"Hev the dumbest kind O. work agi-
tatin' helpr he grumbled, when Mr..
Elderberry had accepted his Offer
"An' I've work fur two men in the
hop-yard, an there's a sight O. COW
cumbers spilin' to be picked fore
they're too big for the pickle fact'ry.'
81 wish you'd hire me to pick Gu
cumbers," said Mr.. Elderberry.
The old man laughed incredulously ;
and then Mr.. Elderberry told him his
whole story, at which the old man
laughed again, and engaged him on the
spot for dollar a day.
When Mr.. Elderberry returned to
| Flintville his cheeks were brown and
his step was brisk, and he received
many congratulations on the good his
| fishing excursion had done him but
Squire Pogg spent Thanksgiving with
friends near East Gypsum, and the
next week a committee waited on the
pastor.
"IVe consider you've brung disgrace
on us an the cause SAID the Squire
severely, when he had detailed what he
had heard. THE bes' thing you kin do
is to resign
When MIR. Elderberry had told the
story of his vacation, and had explained
that the money he had earned in the
cucumber field had part OF it gone to
swell the church missionary accounts,
the committee were Modified; but there
was still ranking feeling that he had
| disgraced the church. The winter
passed, and spring was blossoming into
summer, when Flintville was electrified
by the news that Mr.. Elderberry had &
call to Gypsum Center, and was offered
eighteen hundred dollars and par
sonage.
ssIt's all come of that old Scran he
worked for on the Mile Strip, last sum-
mer,' said Squire Pogg to Deacon
Harp. "Scran's sons deacon in the
Gypsum Center Church. l seen the
old feller last week, an seq he, q never
had man on the place that put in the
licks Elderberry did, seq he; 'an' wher
you want to drive your new preacher
Mr.. Chubb, out O town. 'sez he, 'senc
him up to me" 20
"M-yeh-ah p' calculated Deacon
Harp, with an expressive shake of hi
head. 'If he can't 60 to his father S
or his father laws, or-some' ere:
respectable, MIR. Chubb won't git NJ
vacation.
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