The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-09
Keeninr the snbbath Holv.

A Portland man went up In the country 20
buy "a horse recently, says the Lewiston
Me. journal. 10 was on sunday. by the way.
the only dav that the busy citizen could
spare from his occupation. lie had no Dell
mite idea just where he was going but ne hao
his eve out for anything on four legs that
looked promising. Finally as he drove along
o pretty country highway. he espied three
horses Go q small stable yard. He drove up,
bitched hi, steed and leaned upon The fence
looking tho stock over. one young mareat-
tracted his attention especially and be was
admirinE her when the house door opened and
au old man Of very trim cuuntcnancc came
ont There were the usual preliminaries
about the weather and then the farmer asked
Looking for anything particular
Wei, want To buy a horse, and must
confess like the looks OF that mare there
very much. What is your price,:
Tut tut ] never do business on the Lord
day Why. sir. IN deacon ia the church,
and whatever else may do L VIII not pro
fame the Lords dan by buying and selling.
Why. sir. seems as though all you city folks
wanted TO come out here and dlcker on sun
day"
Inc Portland man commenced to feel
ashamed before the grave gray eyes OF this
old man. The farmer continued.
Ism there one day that you can rest from
YOUR everlasting trading: Now last sunday
man came along here said he was from
Portland and he offered 500 for that mare.
Dear me. ridiculous Why, she's WORTH
mean ScandalOuS-tO talk trade on the sab
bath. Z wo hundred dollars never can buy
her. Why she can show tWo-tut, tut.
mean / shall show any one the door who
comes round here talking trade sundays.
No Offense tdyOu- mister. l see you take
quite an interest in the mare. You won md
Is letter one round here I II tell YOU that.
We had little brush on the road day before
yesterday. ana 1 cleaned EN- out. and con
slider that the least that man can do is TO
keep from trading horses on sunday. If
man should offer me $3.50 to-day Sunday 1
wouldn't look at him no sir, / wouldn t.
The Portland man gravelv took out his
pOcketbOok, and opening it laid II on the
fence. Then he mOistened his thumb and
forehnger and, not paying the least attention
TO the farmer, he counted out So doubled 1t
up and advanced toward the deacon. The
latter danced backward, Tapping his hands
deprecatingly like a great shanghai and ex-
and impressively added a $40 bill to the wad
while the cleaning eyes regarded him in
tently. He walked plump up to the deacon,
grabbed his hand, and attempted to cram the
money into the broad palm. The deacon
wouldn't allow it-no, not he. He backed
and disappeared in the stable In a minute
he came out, halter in his hand Said he
with a queer grufness:
I've a good mind to order you of the prem
tseS. 1 see YOU re determined to steal the
mare You're biggern 1 am and dom know
as l can help myself hut If you're bound to
do il 1 S pose you II steal this halter, too"
1The old man had whirled around his back
to the visitor. He held his great hand he
hind his back, palm upward, and the fingers
were wrlggling like 10 ster's claws. The
Portland man uptoed up. damned the money
into the itching fist caught the mare. and
towed her away behind his carriage. All this
OF a graceless scamp who would steal horse
from a defenSelesS man on Sunday