Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1891-03-07

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. Does dey t'inll Use goin' to glib
up my 'ligion what Use jcs' got lals
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 you
KUN in Wen de critters is fed an read
yo' Bible"
SIN course, Hannah" replied Mr..
Baxter, little sheepishly.
A little later in the morning the door
burst open and Mr.. BaXter's flock of
woolly heads burst in with: "Maw,
dcy'se goin' a-nuttin on Bramble hill!
Kin we'se go? Whar's my hat!" and
other exclamations of similar charac.
ter. Aunt Hannah held up her hand
sternly.
"Chilluns, Use s'prized at yo'" she
snid, solemnly. "Didn' yo' heah yo' daddy
say dat dis was dc Sabbuf, an yo' want.
in to go a-nuttin'! Yo' KUN in an larn
yo' Sunday-school lesson, now; an yo'
be quick about gettin' in, too, er yo'll
get de wus' trolloppin' yo' eber had n
al yo' BON days!"
There was no gainsaying this, and
when Mr. Baxter came in from water
ing the Critters" he found a 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 pam
try" she said. "We's got to be berry
keerful how we monkey wild de Sabbuf
day to keep it holy" she remarked,
placidly.
The children went to bed with visions
of long and lonely play-day before
them on the morrow, minus the Sunday
dinner that was landmark in their
week to them. After Mr.. Baxter had
eaten his cold lnnch off the pantry
shelf out of the remains of his cold din.
ner, he still fingered near the fire,
wrapped in deep contemplation. at
last he broke the silence.
Hannah is yo' goin' to keep termor-
rer, too?" he asked, timidly. L ng
fasting had broken his resistance and
Aunt Hannah saw her advantage.
keep Sunday, Sam BaXter?" she
asked belligerently; "Course is, fer
yo' an me too"
"Ain' we goin' to hab no Sunday din
ner?"
"Deed we ain' ain goin' to do nc
wu'k eff I'm lseepin' Sunday fer bofe on
u.s."
There was long pause. Finally Mr..
Baxter broke out: Hannah, mebbe |
wuz wrong. Ennyway, tain't right fei
thar to be feelin's in the family, an ei
! 10 say so, I'm willin' TO glib up my
'ligion an go to church wild yo' termor
rer."
Elder Simpson was in the midst ot
the long prayer the next mNrning as
Aunt Hannah triumphantly entered
the little white-washed meeting house
As he caught sight of them over the toI
of his gigantic handkerchief he broke
forth into loud ordinations.
"Bress dc Lawd fer de br'acls sheer
wat was gone astray an am now come
back into de fol'-bress de Lawd"
Mr.. Baxter thought of the plowec
and seeded tcn-acre lot and of the sun
day dinner even then stewing in the
pot, and smiled broadly to himself be
bind his hymn-book. Possibly it was
suGle of triumph that he had vanquishet
the tcmpteI who had lea him astray.
! KATE A. BRADLEY