Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-04-10

ged resolution to stick to the colors he
had so suddenly adopted, and the elders
left, angrily threatening to Church"
him if he did not appear in his accus-
toned pew on the following Sunday.
"Dey kin church an be hanged to
'em!" said Mr.. Baxter, angrily, as the
door closed upon their retreating fig
ures. docs dey t'ink Use goin' to glib
up my ligion what Use jes' got LAX
dat? No, sab! Eff Use got to suffeh
fer my 'ligion, I'll jes' show 'em deg
cayn't make me backslide."
The week went by in perfect domes.
tic harmony; yet for some reason Mr..
Baxter did not seem to be quite easy in
his mind. Like his own herds, he
shifted the brewing storm while the
sky was yet blue.
Saturday came and Aunt Hannah OBJ.
served firmly as they arose: "Dis be.
in yo' Sunday, Sam, in course yo'll
KUN in wen de critters Is fed an read
yo' Bible"
"In course, Hannah" replied Mr..
Baxter, little sheepishly.
| A little later in the morning the door
burst open and Mr.. Baxters flock of
woolly heads burst in with: "Maw,
dey'se goin a-nuttin' on Bramble hill
Kin we'se go? Whar's my hatw and
other EXPLANATIONS of similar charac.
ter. Aunt Hannah held up her hand
sternly.
"Chilluns, Use s'prized at yo'r she
said, solemnly. "Didn' yo' heah yo' daddy
say dat dis was de Sabbuf, an yo' want.
in to go a-nuttin'l Yo' kun in an larn
yo' Sunday-school lesson, now; an yo
be quick about gettin' in, too, er yo'n
get de wus' trolloppin' yo' cher had n
al yo' BON days!"
There was no gainsaying this, and
when Mr.. Baxter came in from water
ing the CRITTERS" he found silent and
studious family awaiting him. Dinner.
time came and passed, but Aunt Han.
nah did not move.
"Yo' kin fin de col lunch in de pan
try" she said. yves got to be berry
keerful how we monkey wild de Sabbut
day to keep it holy" she remarked
placidly.
The children went to bed with vision.
of long and lonely piay-day before
them on the morrow, minus the Sunday
dinner that was landmark in theil
week to them. After Mr.. Baxter haC
eaten his cold lunch off the pantry
shelf out of the remains of his cold din
ner, he still fingered near the fire
wrapped in deep contemplation. A
last he broke the silence.
Hannah, is yo' goin' to keep termor
rer, too?" he asked, timidly. Lonl
fasting had broken his resistance ant
Aunt Hannah saw her advantage
keep Sunday, Sam Baxter?" sh,
asked, belligerently; "'Course 1 is, fe
yo' an me too"
"Ain' we goin' to hab no Sunday din
ner?"
"Deed we ain'l ain goin' to do n,
wu'k eff I'm keepin Sunday fer bofe OIL
u.s."
There was long pause. Finally Mr.
Baxter broke out: Hannah, mebbe
wuz wrong. Ennyway, faint right fe
thar to be feelin's In the family, an e
yo' say SC, I'm willin' to glib up m,
'ligion an go to church wild yo' termor
rer."
Elder Simpson was in the midst o
the long prayer the next morning a
Aunt Hannah triumphantly entere,
the little white-washed meeting house
As he caught sight of them over the to
of his gigantic handkerchief he brol1
forth into loud ordinations.
"Bress dc Lawd fer de br'ack shee
wat was gone astray an am now com
back into de fol'-bress de Lawdr'
Mr.. Baxter thought of the plowe
and seeded ten-acre lot and of the Sun
. day dinner even then stewing in tn
! pot, and smiled broadly to himself be
t hind his hymn-book. Possibly it was
/ smile of triumph that he had vanquisl,
the tempter who had led him astray.
u KATE A. BRI DLKT,