Alpena argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1893-1909, 1893-05-10

very spot and catch them in their
deeds of iniquity.
On the following Sabbath, after
dinner, Mr. Morgan ordered Pomp
to bring up old Morgan and put
him in the stable. The order was
obeyed, though not without many
misgivings on the part of the faith
full negro. As soon as the. after
noon services were closed, the two
deacons and some others of the
members of the church accompan-
led the minister home with their
horses.
ut is the most fragrant piece of
abomination that ever came to my
knowledge said the indignant
clergyman, as they rode on.
at is, most assuredly," answered
one of the deacons.
"Horse-racing on the Sabbath"
uttered the minister.
"Dreadful!' echoed the second
deacon.
And so the conversation went on
until they reached the top of gen.
tie eminence which overlooked the
plain where the racing was carried
on, and where some dozen horsemen,
with score of lookers-on, were as
sembled. The sight was one which
chilled the good parson to his soul.
He remained motionless until he
had made out the whole alarming
truth, then turning to his compan-
ions:
Now, my brothers." said he, ''let
us ride down and confront the wick
ed wretches, and if they will down
upon their knees and lmplore Gods
mercy, and promise to do so no
more, we will not take legal action
against them. o, that my own land
should be desecrated thus" for it
was indeed section of his own
farm.
As the good clergyman thus spoke,
he started on towards the scene.
The horses of the wicked men were
just drawing up for a start as the
minister approached, and some of
the riders who at once recognized
"old Morgan" did not recognize
the reverend individual who rode
him.
wicked mem" commenced the
parson, as he came near enough for
his voice to be heard, children of
sin and shame"
Come on, old boss cried one of
the jockeys, turning towards the
minister. If you are in for the first
race, you must stir your stumps.
Now we CO.
ALAS! o, my wicked"
"All ready shouted he who led
in the affair, cutting the minister
short. "And off it isr
And the word for starting was
given. Old Morgan knew that
word too well, for no sooner did it
fall upon his ears than he stuck out
his nose, and with one wild sport
he started, and the rest of the rae
ers, twelve in number kept him
company.
whoa! who-oa-oam cried the
parson, at the top of his voice.
by the powers, old fellow, you're
keen one!" shouted one of the
wicked men, who had thus far man.
aged to keep close by the side of
the parson. You ride we'll"
"Who-ho-o o! whoa .o!" yelled
the clergyman, Juggling at the reins
with all his might.
But it was all of no avail. Old
Morgan had now reached ahead of
all competitors, and he came up to
the judges stand three rods ahead,
where the petrified deacons were
standing, with eyes and mouths
wide open.
Don't STOP" cried the Judge,
who had now recognized Parson
Ridewell, and suspected his bust
ness, and who also saw at once into
the secret of old Morgan's joining
the race. Don't STOP" he shouted
again; 1T is two-mile heat this
time. Keep right on, parson. You
are good for another mile. Now
you go-and off it Isl"
These last words were of course
known to the horse, and no sooner
did Morgan hear them, than he
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