The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1892-11-18

Suffice il here to say that Rev. Zach
letter. Finding the atmosphere of the
committee room chilly but not tenn
pestuous ON Friday night. on sunday
morning he preached his eloquent SER |
mon IN brotherly unity. IL j. worthy
OF rcmarlS that ON this occasion Mrs.
Dawson was the only one who felt how
very far she wss from being what she
should be in this respect. Ncvcrthc.
less Rev Zach gave "a practical turn
To his sermon on Monday evening by
cele brating the nuptial ceremony.
However, Brother Benson was more
aInenable to connubiality than Brother
Dawson. or else in his case the connu-
biality itself was Of "A more imperative
potency; certain IL is that Brother
Dawson took advantage Of the situa-
ton to uncover the stecple and raise
IT another foot or so, but there it
stopped. Figuratively speaking, Broth
CIR Benson with an angry snort shook
the ring from his nose and the con-
nubial hook thereby lost its pur.
chase.
At the expiration OF his two-ycars
passionate Rev. Zach Hooker left Pc
tersville and, as it CHANGED, did not
again sec the place for eight years.
when he was again appointed to the
station.
As he caught sight OF the church
with its truncated steeple, he recalled
with a half sigh, half smile. the ''all.
over Methodist and the former Episco-
palian and wondered il they were both
yet living. Brother Benson at least
was still alive, no concluded, as he
drew ncarer and saw that the stecplc
had been again rooted over.
They were in truth both living. but
of late years had rather neglected the
steeple in the still more animated riv-
airy for the foremost place in the affec.
tion Of little Mary Benson Dawson. the
only %grandchild of either. This little
child. nov nearly eight years of age,
from the very first dawn of reason
had manifested n peculiar delight in
in all bright colors and harmonious
sounds. Once when Grandpa Dawson.
as a treat, had carried her over to H.,
she had expressed the utmost satisfac-
tion and delight in the music of the
church chimes; this enchanted Grand
pa Dawson.
On the other hand, when she stood
up beside Grandpa benson in the
church at Petersville and sang the old
Methodist hymns with all her little
might. it was said by all in their vicin-
ity that it was worth going to church
only to hear her sweet little voice.
Grandpa Benson ut least never tired Of
hearing her sing the sweet familiar
tunes which he had learned from his
mother for whom dear little Mary was
was named.
precious 10 both grandfathers, this
sweet little Mary, was dying. The
doctors said she would not live to see
the s%pring-it was already autumn
and was it any wonder then shat
Brother Dawson and Brother Benson
in the community of grief forgot all
! about the steeplc. till one day it
was recalled to their thought by lit
! tie Mary herself.
Grandpa Dawson had brought her
:, over some fine late peaches. and while
stroking her chris and asking her how
. she did Grandpa Benson came in with
: little basket of sec%ond-growth straw.
berries.
: (Which will you take, lovc?." asked
the mother of the little white invalid,
!, reclining in q tiny wicket chair.
/: II think" replied little Mary, ''if my
5 Grandpas will take me and everything
my chair, table, peaches. strawber-
ries and all-out into the portico. where
the sun is shining so nice and warm, |
=. | rlx,l1 I'll. tL.s hc.x ~ Ill
r See. Grandpa Benson" she cx-
: claimed, after recovering a little from
( the fatigue which even the slight effort
e had caused her. II can just see the
I roof Of our church from here. If the
steeplc had grown up wouldn't it have
c been lovely?"
c But, my DEAR" returned the grand.
father. slightly turning his face away.
; ''it will soon be finished now, and il
V you will get strong ! will take you on
i top Of it,"
e ''Will you? But you must go down
! again, then. and ! will sing down to
v you all the hymns you love-"
o .'Oh, Grandpa Dawson. wouldn't il
n bc grand Only" and she leaned back
into her little chair-"you must do il
r soon. then. for | heard Grandma Ben.
/ son whispering to pa that ] must 60
V away before very long
Both grandfatbers simultaneously
G arose from the bench and stood look
ing out over the stu bblc-selds. but
doubt IL either saw anything there
save a floating silvery mist. How
ever. a few minutes later they both
e turned smiling faces toward her and
I promised TO get the steeple up ut once.
Shortly after tho stceple almost
n seemed to climb into the air. The
= chimes were ready at Christmas. Tut,
tut" expostulated old Brother Snow
g den, "what air we comm to? Meth.
s odist indeed. What would John Yves.
ley say TO such c~arryin's on? Chimes,
g too! Next comes stained-glass win
G ders, then pipy organs. then altar
e fxin's, and then the whole rag-tag and
u bob-tail Of popcry. oh. my soul"
Nevertheless. Rev. Zach uttered nc
O protest. and the chimes went up.
i Little Mary in her bed heard them
ring out "Old Hundred at New Years.
She listened in rapt delight till the last