The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-08-30

ject of religion, and don't know what
he's talking about. What you want to
do is to praise up the Presbyterlans.
They're Citing stonger and stronger
every day-going to build brick
church and public school next week,
when six months is out they'll be in full
control of the town. Take my word for
it, if you want your papar to succeed,
you will have to give the Presbyterians
showing. And that's all I've got to
say.
heaved a deep sigh OF relief as he
vanished through the door, which l
was about to lock after him, when an
old man, wearing the look of Metho.
dist preacher, pushed his way in.
How is it with you, brother? he
asked, shaking hands heartily, as he
pumped down in the only chair in the
room.
| told him 1t was not as we'll as it
might be, but that l hoped to pull
through.
You'll never do it," he SAID, by lis
TENN to them Baptlsts and Presbyter-
lans. They are tryin' to run this town,
but we're goin' 10 git up a revival which
will sweep 'em from the face O. the
earth
Baptist?
No, sir.
Presbyterian
Not exactly, sir.
Episcopalian?
Not very much, sir.
Why, God bless US, brother he ex-
claimed, as he jumped up and grasped
my hand, you're Methodist, amt
you?
told HIM no, but that l had once
fallen from grace, and that | supposed
that was the next thing to it.
Don't worry over it, he said, sooth-
ingly, and giving me a slap on the
back which set me to coughing. You
amt the first man that ever fell from
grace. But we are going to throw the
props around you and keep you up.
N wv, I'm going to git right down here
and pray for you-right on this floor
which amt been swc pit in ten years
and | want you git to down with me.
1t was in vain that l told him | was
il big hurry and would rather wait
till dark. He would take no denial,
and in a second he had started a revi-
val IN that office which would have
done credit to first class camp-meet
ing.
He had warned me beforehand that
he would remain upon his knees until
l was converted and l mentally deci-
ded that my case was hopeless. AS
the good old man prayed for my sal
vation he beat the air wildly with his
hands, and, as | was in the air myself,
l came in tor a good share of the beat
ing. He followed me all over the
room, in the agony of his plea, now
knocking my head against the compos-
ingstone, or jostling my breast with a
severe blow in the RIBS, just to empha.
size his words. Sometimes | would
dodge, and his hand would hit wall
hard, but he only shouted the ouder
VIXEN this occurre
We were both per>piring freely with
the exercise: his paper collar had
melted and lun down his back and my
celluloid cuffs had caught fire five
times. One or the other had to
weaken, and l felt that l was the other
myself.
Brother, he shouted in desperation,
is the work done yet7 ID you feel any
change?
l was about to tell him that l had
spent the last cent | had, and felt no
change at all, but | knew he wouldn't
let me up on that, and so | told HIM
yes, that was changed man.
Where do you feel it1 he asked, as
he paused tor breath.
In my back and side, | answered
In fact it's all over me!
He gave a shout that shook the
building, rose to his feet, told me that
| was sinner saved by grace, mopped
his brow on the office towel, said to me
that he would call on me to lead the
meeting that night, and went forth
rejoicing.
Then l sat down to my desk again,
weak and helpless, and wrote my own
obituary, and when | recovered from
the spell Of sickness which ensued, l
sold my paper to the Baptists for SIS
and hired out to heatheu as clerk in
grocery store.-E. l.. .Santcn, IN
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