Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-02
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many ayacant seat, it flashed into my mind
that Heaven had deserted me and was about
tobepunished for some act ofmeanness ofearly
or later lie. AS the winged arrow speeds to-
ward its mark, as doves before a storm H.
toward some tree or rock of refuge, onward
advanced this embodiment OF physical and
mental sorTcw gazing into the face OF farmer
and carpenter, matron and maid, actor and
actress he moved. but quickly turning from
each as though not il the face OF even the
rather beautiful tragedienne was there to be
found the par ticular desire of his heart, be
made the unromantic and freezing face OF
poor me the apparent realization of all his
fondesthopes. Having reached the seat
was trying hard to oceupyby eiongGtion and
general expansion o. my body and to defend
by chilling look Of manufactured scoTn, he
located himself beside me and modestly
said: Fam / mistaken in assuming
that YOU are what is called Il
servant OF God2H My reply was to the eff
feet that he was in error, and that all men
are earthly. and that God has no servants
especially worthy of that name, and that he
was sitting by fellow being who had preach
ed in u distant town, at intervals not great,
long and loudly the commonly held or re-
ietted dogmas of religion, but had not reach
ed any great perfection IN their practice. To
this he replied calling me by name, that lie
had long desired to have few minutes con-
versation with some student ofdivine things.
for he had himself been the child OF so many
and such amazing misfortunes that he had be-
gun to feel as one doomed not only to the ills
ofthis world. but perhaps to themore terrible
troubles of the life to come, and that what he
now needed was the warm hand of some
friend.
To this exordium / replied that at 2
O'Clock in the morning the tide OF human
piety generally was at its lowest ebb; that as
Mir. Dickens said no man was full Of chat be-
fore breakfast, SO, the great novelist should
have added, is no one much concerned for
others when he has been called from good
bed to go to a train in the dead of night in
such chill of an autumn's morning. The
heart also became in manner conGr1led,
and craved silence and seclusion.
ssTrue, indeed, replied my companion as
he seemed to dry up an unbidden tear, "but
you will find my tale me of unusual
quality Permit me to submit to you a
specimen of the bad luck of our house
an account of thedeath of my affectionate
his parents was an only child and had
been in this world IL years when an accident
of botanical nature deprived me OF both
nv natural guardians and lett me an orphan.
The accident was OF this complexion? In
one corner of our garden grew sycamore
tree of immense size, and as it threw one OF
its horizontal limbs further and further each
year over the family onion bod, it was de-
cided at meeting held by my mother, my
father also being present, that that limit
should be sawed off. Early the next morning
the old gentleman scaled the tree and
stood upon the limb that was to beremoved,
aud with common woodsaw he sawed and
he sawed l saw him saw, and my mother
saw him saw. and she saw that saw him
saw, and as the limb began TO bend my un-
fortunate father stepped upon that side Of
the limb which was going down instead OF
upon that part which was to remain at
tached to the great trunk. My blessed moth
er seeing the old man falling with the limb,
rushed forth with more affection than wis
dom to catch the whole affair in her check
apron; but as the branch itself weighed seven
toms and as my father Weighed 300 pounds