Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-11-13

I introduced him to inu f"tHcr nS Rcr
 Mr. Rdlrson.
 He was so completely transfoImed that he sOlemnly assured me that Ee utterly failed to recognize himself as le was re- flected in mirror.
 1 could plainly see that the very bar bers were astonished at thn transforma- ton their handiwork had materially con tributed to produce, though uEdoubted- ly they witnessed many striking changes of the outward man among their many queer customers.
 Presently the proprietor Of t!:e shop edged up to me. He could 10 longer re- strain his consuming curiosity. Point ing toward Jepson with his chin as he wiped his hands on towel, he asked, Has your old friend been on mission among the Indians?'
 'Yes, sir" said I. "Hr Las long been among the Pahranagats. Ut the head waters of the Amargoso-thc bitter river" He has but recently escaped from some years of close captivity, in which he was held by ol, Twosocks, chief of the Chaweneraws."
 Good Godr cried the barber, and to this establishment belongs the credit of having restored him to the dccercies of civilization!'
 My next care was to secure board and lodging for Jepson in some quiet place. 1 was glad to see that he was everywhere at once taken to be administer. Curiously enough, as soon as he had donned the ministerial garb he also put on what was probably his old time ministerial man. ner.
 When I had arranged for all else, 1 told him would provide for his obtain ing at a convenient drug store any ton ics he might for time feel the want of.
 No" said Jepson, nothing of the kind. They would at once set me down as minister who was so veal. as to be the victim of an unfortunate habit. | They would well understand the use of the drugs. While I wear this garb no one shall ever have cause to suspect me of fondness for drink
 Good for you, Jepson.' cried I. ''I dc believe that you are determined not to | disgrace the cloth you wear" No, sir. If feel that I must go back to my old miserable life, shall take of these clothes and come and bid you good by"
 In the evening took Jepson to the ho tel and introduced him to my father as Rev. MT. Rawson of New Jersey. The two old gentlemen were soon engaged in conversation, while pretended to read the evening paper.
 My father soon launched forth upon what had become his hobby. He pro duced the genealogical record and ex. | plained the bringing over of the remains | of our ancestors, Sir Archibald and Lady ! Eleanor. The psuedo Rev. Rawso1 seemed much interested ill everything and had much to say in praise of my ia | ther's generous plans and dutiful actions and intentions.
 1 Finally the reverend gentleman arose and took his leave. Almost as soon az he left the room my father cried: Sam I'm sorry we did not meet this Mir. Raw. son before making our arrangement with that vagabond Jepson. Mir. Rawson is the very man to have made the oratioI which we contemplate. He entered in to the scope and spirit of the thing al l once. Already he has a much better un | derstanding of the matter than that fel low Jepson. Then he is a man who makes noble and a godly appearance. Every word he utters seems to have in it the flavor of sanctity. fear our Jep- son is a sad dog. and that he will remain so despite all our efforts to get him ou of the mire and make him presentable.
 When my father thus ended, as founded him with succession of roar of laughter. As soon as could com mand my tongue I saidl "My dear fa