Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1890-08-17

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MR.. FENNEI. ENTERED THE HOUSE
One day while Baxter was urging his
people to pray with more earneStneSS,
Rev. DR.. Fenncl entered the house, and
almost unObScrycd, took a seat near the
door. "BruderS an sisters" said BaX-
ter, II tell you. an | tell you Squar', dat
lessen you fling mo- groans an ag'ny
inter yo' prar, de Lawd amt gwine pay
no 'tention ter you. He dun lay down
dc law an say dat Wen you wants cr
thing you gotter pray fur it. an pray
fur il loud-wav up yandcr in de big g..
Nerc You air. Openin' yo' mouf wild a
weak voice, akin fur sunshine so de cot
ton viii grow, an still de- rain come or
laung an drown out de young plant.
Git down dar now an pray like some
body dun set de house er fire. Bruder
SandcrSon you'S got a mighty loud mouf
Git down an turn yo'Self loose. ! has
yered yon holler mighty loud wen You
wuz after a rabbit, SO turn yo' voice
wrong side out an shake il. fur we after
Suthin' now dat mounts ter mo den all
dc rabbits in de 'munity. Does you
ycrc me. Bruder SanderSOn?'
''Ilol' on yere, demanded Rev. Mr..
Fenncl, arising to his feet.
IVY, dar's Bruder Fcnnel," cX-
claimed Baxter "Wharfo you come
inter de house o. de sinnygog widout
lettin' yo'sef be- knowd. wy MT you
clar yo'se'f an take er seat up ycre in
de- pulpit o. de 'Stinction an de 'posseS?'
"Ncber mine de pulpit" Fcnncl re-
piled. Il didn't come ODER ycre ter
swop honey nur pour out de sweet milk
o. de- human lattery: ! come yere ON
business. OATS whut / come fur, an
wants you ter init dat fack ter yo'
mcmbry."
wy. bruder, doan' comperhen'
you. a." said Baxter. leaning over, plac-
ing his elbows ON the pulpit and gazing
mt the preacher from across the river.
"Wall, mcbby you will compcrhcn'
me wen / says dat | wants you ter
shut up dis we're prayin' for sunshine.
"Flingin' de cOmpermenS o de season
cr side" responded Baxter, passing his
hand over his woolly beard. Il is PEELED
ter say, niger. git outen dis house o de
Lawd an 60 off down yander in de pas
ter o. niquity whar de pizen vine grows
and de hog weed kctchcS de damp breaf
o. dc clumsy toad fraug"
"Ncber mine bout de paSter an ncber
mine bout de toad fraug,' Fenncl re-
piled. II has come ober yere on bush
ness, an You KANT skeer me off wild cr
few words So idle dat da won't chen
play ON my underStandin'. Nere we IS
right cross de- river, sufferin fur rain,
an mighty nigh burnt up wild de sun,
an we're YOU is ober on dis side tryin' To
'Suadc de Lawd ter send mo- sunshine.
You got ter stop it, dat'S whut you got
ter do. You prayiA' fur sun an we
prayin' fur rain. an de fuSt thing you
know well git dc Lawd so mixed up He
woan hardly know whit ter do. an IN
de- meantime de- cotton gwine be killed,
an how den will us preachers git our
money outen Dis congregation? Doan
you pray fur no mo sunshine. lere
mc?'
Look yere, niger" said Baxter,
lis You prayin fur rain ober at yo'
hOuSc?'
"Yas, de bredrcn is in my church
right now cr beggin' de Lawd fur de
shower"
"Wall. you 90 ober derc an tell 'em
ter let de Lawd er lone. We'se had er
nuff rain
huff rain" exclaimed Fenncl. IVY
you amt got cl much sense aS cr new
ground lizard. l tells you dat we'Se
,uiTern' fur rain
An / tells YOU" rcjolned Baxter .
lat we'sc SuiTcrin' for sunshine an we
ywinc pray fur it, too. Bruder Sander
sen. turn yo' greet voice wrong side out
nm lead off i'm cr prar dat de sinners ON
le vudcr side de- river kin ycrc.
Mr.. Sandcrson, said Fennel. 81
INIT got de pleasure o. yo' quaintancc.
,ah. an | doan know whar You was
oorncd an raised, but femme tell you
lat Of you gins ter pray fur Suthin' dat
IS ruinin' our side de- ribcr, I'll take 10
upon mySe'f ter hit you on de top o dc
head, sab.
"Bruder SanderSon," Baxter quickly
spoke up. pay no 'tcntion ter dis mig
ger dat drinks strong gin an breaches
weak SarmOnS, but open yo moul an
ead us in prar ies like ! tells you to.
Yere whut | says.
"Oh, vas. sab, ycrcs well er nuii,
replied, but doan wanter
hab no truck wild dat niger Look
whut er arm he got, an bet right now
he kin butt de bark often or beech tree.
| doan mine prayin'-wouldn't mine
prayin all day 'cept Stoppin long ernuiI
ter eat little suthn-but | doan feel
ike gittin down we're ter pray an hab
lat double-iintcd man maui de life outen
me. Wen de life dun gone, Bruder
Baxter. il doan meek no ditfunce wild or
pusson whuder dar is no sunshine or not.
Use willin ter do my duty but l doan
wanter feel like or steer dun wallered
On me, Gaze Iaint joyin de bes' O health
no how"
..Bruder Sanderson," persisted old
Baxter, "doan you be skeered by de
flesh o. de yeth. Turn loose yo' voice
an If he hits you it woan be good fur
him.
Old Baxter stepped down from the pull
nit. Mr. Fenncl, said he, Pm gwine
FOR cit down we're now an pray. an Of