The Press., 1893-11-16

With puzzled face the boy tried to re- member the cause of his expedition-only the memory of a savory flavor tickling his palate conld be called up.
 "What was MT. Thompson doing ?" The boys brain was certainly quickened yes, he did remember his masters say ing to his wife he would straighten up that old bit of wall while he waited "yes, he was laying wall"
 Well, then, probably he wants a sledge," suggested the deacon. | Ernest was doubtful. "You'd better take it along and see," said the deacon, and Ernest started rather reluctantly.
 ''Its pity 'twant dynamite" said the deacon's nan of all work, as the boy final ly disappeared from sight. "Thompson'll have to keep that feller till he's forty afore he comes of size"
 "What have you brought us, bub p calculated farmer Thompson an hour later when Ernest made his appearance. "The tdeacon needn't have weighted you down that way, goodness Knows you'd be long enough, let alone the sledge. Where's the chisel, boy? Didn't get it? We'll, you just start yourself back with a note this time, and we'll see if you can't make your self useful. You'd better leave the sledge or you won't be able to get there and back again today"
 The clock was striking eleven, when Ernest presented himself for the second time at the deacon's door.
 "Well, Ernest, now what is it?'
 ''I-I dunno-sir."
 Wasn't the sledge hammer right, sonny?"
 "N-n-o; he said didn't need it.''
 Well, what is he doing?" persisted the deacon.
 The boy hesitated, and then brighten ing up, "He said he'd been takin' of a sweat, sir.''
 Dear me, deacon, probably the mans sick and wants you, you'd better go right over," said good Mrs, White. "Some- thing new if he is; here, Ernest, what was Mrs. Thompson doing?" "She's making dried apple pies. guess I'd better go right back, cause MT. Thomp- son, he's in an awful hurry"
 "He'll haf to wait till he gets over it, I'll warrant, afore you get there, 'nless you have morn pie a drawin' of you. Why don't you send note, deacon, and find aout what he's after Yes, bub, you wait minute. and I'll just scratch off note for you to take him and-' | ''I don't want no note; I got note my self, writ as good as anybody makes"
 "Wall, now. you'd never thought that aout if it hadn't been gittin' near noon, would you, sonny but we'll git you a go- in in time for that air apple pie, bub, J quoth the man of all work.
 Let no one suppose this is @ story with. out an application, for the superintendent of press work finds that while she has been endeavoring to convey temperance news to interest people in the w. c. T. U. and their work, she has unwittingly carried the report of the local proceedings in her pocket-hid from the appreciation of the public: She herewith begs the par don of this institution and the public, anc intends henceforth that their good works shall shine forth from the hilltops, ob served and appreciated by we'll informed public. Let one say when they see the light that it was kindled in boastfu spirit, for it will be set with the motive O. drawing wider circle into it's light, while she whose humble endeavor it will be to keep it trimmed and unfailing, will hence forth be known as "one of Ernest Slocum't relatives, Con his mothers side.)