The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1891-05-28

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III. L<ZIZ| said he would call for
the preacher at 8 O'Clock and take
him to the hotel, where he was to
marry Miss Brown, we will say, one
of the chorus singers in the opera
company. He didn't seem much
like man who could win chorus
girl, but that was none ofthe preach
er's business, so the arrangement
was made, and at s o'clock sure
enough up came the carriage. The
minister was taken into a good suite
of rooms on the second floor of a
fairly good hotel, where n young
woman ofremarkable beauty, dressed
in II travelling costume, rose to
meet him. The groom seemed
more at home now, and pro-
duced his marriage license. AS
everything was regular, the couple
were asked to stand up, and the
bride stepped to an adjoining room
and called couple of colleagues
who came mas witnesses. The cere-
mony WAS concluded, and a moment
arterward the bride said they would
have to hurry to make their train.
So the other girls left the room, the
bride put on Il travelling hat, and she
and TIE minister and groom went
down together and got in the car
riage which was waiting. They were
driven to the Union depot, and the
groom helped the young lady into
the station and returned. much to
the minister's surprise. Telling the
driver to take them to the clergy
mans home, he got in and rode
home with him.
"Whv, you will miss your train,
will YOU not?' asked the minister.
'"Oh, I'm not going away said
the groom, and he turned the con-
vprsation to other topics. For over
a year the minister saw the young
man at least once O week, and he
never saw the bridesagain.
What did he marry her for?"
asked the reporter.
Il haven't any idea responded the
divine. But the story is true from
beginning to end"
"Now and them" said a Methodist
preacher from the west side, "a
church communicate is not q living
exponent of truth and charity. |
| found that out in an amusing way
some years ago while preaching at
church on the north side. The Rev.
Mr.. D, of the Illinois conference,
and l had arranged to exchange pull
pits on certain Sunday, and the an
nOuncement was made at the We'd
nesday evening prayer meeting pre-
vious. 1t happened that something
came up later in the week which
made it necessary to postpone the
exchange, and so | appeared in my
own pulpit as usual Sunday morn
ing. The attendance was about the
same so far as | could see, but a
young man, a friend of mine, after
ward related to me some comments
he heard while the audience was
filing out of the church. One old
woman remarked:
Now, that's q splendid sermon.
And what large audience he had.
NY! if we could only have him here
every Sunday. Such q perfectly
charming DISCOURSE You see she
had heard that the exchange would
be made and came to church prompt
", but she had been absent so long
she really didn't know her own
minister when she saw him."
"These stories about weddings"
said the Rev. J. P. Brushlngham,
"have a serious side, notwithstand-
ing the fact it is usually overlooked.
One time was engaged to marry q
young couple, and when the evening
came found their address had been
mislaid. 1t could not be found high
nor low. However, | knew within a
block of where the place was and re-
solved would start out and try and
find it. My wife said as left, in a
spirit of railery at my carelessness,
You'll know the place by the Grape on
the door And as went along the
remark set me thinking. Grape on
the door, OF course a house ofmirth
to the practical eye is as plainly
marked as q house of mourning.
The custom is to put on all
the tokens of woe when death is q
visitor, and the signs of JOY when two
persons are married. And yet in
how many cases the Grape had better
be shown when weddings occur, and
to how many persons death should
be welcomed with flowers. You
know when Beecher died he request
ed that no gloom be thrown on the
event by sable trappings, but that
flowers in profusion should mark his
translation to q better land"
"But did you find your waiting
couple that night, Mr.. Brushing
ham,"
"Oh, yes. Wedding parties never
get lost" .s..7. 49,
''This isn't a funny story" said
the Baptist minister, "but it is
a true one. Before / came to
Chicago | was preaching at Lin
coin. That was years ago, and
the town was not so well sup
piled with churches as it is now. A
Presbyterian minister was holding o
revival service in his church, and his
audiences were SO large he could not
accommodate them. He asked the
permission of myself and my trustees
to use our church, which was much
larger, and everybody was delighted
| with the evident good he was doing.
One morning he came TO me and said
he wanted to preach three sermons
on baptism, but felt embarrassed,