Iron County register., 1893-03-16

charity envieth not: charity vaunteth
not itself; is not puffcd up; doth not
behave itself unseemly: seeketh not
her own. is not easily provoked, think
eth no evil; rejoiceth not in iniqulty.
but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all
things. hopeth all things, endureth all
things; charity never faileth!"
The worthy pastors after-remarks
seem to me trifie trite and common
place, and find myself wishing that
he had contented himself with the
apostles beautiful letter. But finally
he arouses every ones attention:
Brethren and sisters! / take this
opportunity to allow one of us-Broth-
or Crabtree-to make-an explanation
about q certain-matter-of which,
am sorry to say, there has been great
deal of talk; and some of it not at all
in the spirit of the chapter which we
have just read. It is to be hoped, my
dear brethren. that this-matter-will
go no farther, out that we :sill all re-
member to practice the charity that
thinketh no evilr"
Brother Crabtrec" rises slowly and
stiff1y. He clears his throat and paus-
1 cS L mere IL no l6Ch OI 6ttt.utIOus
Every neck is craned in his direction;
every eye is fastened on his face, every
ear is stretched to its widest, SO to
speak and nearly every mouth is liter
ally in the same condition! 1 am SO
irreverent that long for the pencil of
a Mast or at least to be able to press
the button" that may catch the horri-
fed and ludicrous expression on some
of the faces
The silence is intense. What is GO
! ing to be revealed of that mysterious
case? What rcpentant confession of
guilt? may be wrong, but fear the
uncharitable ones feel no pity. All
their thoughts are merged in his con.
| fession. The fans cease to move; tho
men and boys to chew tobacco-they
almost forget to breathe. In their
pent-up lives it is supreme moment.
And 1 confess that l am not without
| curiosity and interest Oh, poor human
nature! Always SO prone and keen to
| anticipate the dread Judgment day"
And so rarely anxious to cover up with
| mercy's veil any sins of our own. At
last he speaks. This is his confession:
Brethren and sisters" he begins, II
disremember jist what mornin' twas
that my wife said she was plum tired o.
them air 'mud-daubers;' and l got me
| lath an went for 'em. l knocked
down right smart of the nests an
| killed a heap of the wasps, an my wife
| was a-sweepin' up the dirt. an we see
Mrs. Meeks a-peekin', an jist he'd to
set right down an laff an git rested
some. disremember if we shet the
door or not. l didn't low to hit my
wife none. She's here; we kin ask
her,"
He sat down suddenly, having prob
| ably made the longest speech of his
life.
I'VE will now hear from Sister Crab
tree" supplem ents the pastor
"Sister Crabtree" rises in her place
so promptly and begins to speak so
| vehemently that 1 suspect she has
| been longing for the opportunity. She
| is tall, spare woman with keen,
| bright eyes and dark hair with gray
streaks like wisps of hay. She looks
quite capable of holding her own as
against her husband, who is a mild
hammered old man with white hair.
with age and labor.
| ''Thar's been heap more talk" she
says grimly, '''bout us than thar was
ary call fur. My husband was a
knockin' down the mud-daubers
nests. jist as ne says. We've always
aimed to tend to our own bizness an
not bother nobody. An eff we want
help we kin call 'em in. My husbands
bin mighty good to me; he never struck
me no blow; ans fur's l know he
didn't aim to that air mornin'. l
dunno who started the story that he
was a-beatin' of me. 1 reckon I kin
take keer of myself! But hit pears
like they had little to do! But haint
a-keerin'! The hull tow could
peeked eff they'd wanted to. They
wouldn't a-seen nothin'! 'Twasn't me
that hollered AIRY time that he killed
one he'd holler out: Thar! I've got ye"
or some stitch fool talk; but I dunno's
twas crime! Eff some folks will jest
tend to their own business"
But here the good pastor interposes.
he fears that, in his efforts to make
peace, he has stirred up ''hornet's
nest" Sister Crabtree is allowing her
hurt feelings to carry her too far, for
getful of the time and place! He
hurriedly and anxiously speaks:
There, Sister Crabtree! That will
do, think. We are abundantly satis-
fed. l hope we may all be very slow
to believe evil or to carry tales.
Brother Mizer, will you lead in
prayer?"
The current of life in l. flows on
as smoothly as ever. lam happy to be
able to state that Charlie Crabtree and
Miss Ionic Swallow have been recon-
ciled, and will soon be married.
Margaret s. Siblcy, in Springfield
Mass Republican.
An Effort to Explain.
Diner-How comes this dead tiy il
my soup?