The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1893-12-16

claes: He's worn that aud top coat
buttoned up tae his throat simmer
an winter tae save collars We sin 1
mind, an his shune every bit as lang.
Wildly Tamson has LODGED him five
an twenty year an she tells me that
when ony o the BARNS wad gi'e a bit
hoast the doctor wad insist on gi'ein'
il a poother that he conld tax a
shillin AFT the half Groom that he had
Ia gle for the weeks lOdgin'.
Mebhe We niyver heard hoo he got his
stockins. Well ye ken when he wis
ridin' roond the parish he wad max
his mare trot on the grass 10 save its
>hune an livery bit q wool that a
sheep mad cast be wad gether up WI
his whip an g.'e tae some puir wildly
wha wisna able 10 pay her bills; an
be wad get her tae spin a the wool
he gethered an when she had eneuch
max stockins for him. Wisna he
near begaun:"
AVE"
ave see him time an again get
af his horse an pick up bits O. horse
shune an when Meg need d new anes
he wad TAX the bits tae the black
smith an get them welded in.ae
shune.'
''Ic dinna say't."
"Deed l dae. There's only ne
thing that 1 al forgi'e the doctor an
that's the trick he played on
Meg Tam>on. l hate folk that are
aye speakin' ABBOTT their necbors, an
that's whey ldinna like Meg. There's
something unco bad ABBOTT them that
haze over muckIe tae say ABBOTT ithcr
folk. Weel, Meg dislocated her Jaw
pity il hadna been her neck-an'
she sent for the doctor He made
her better an he said the Job wis twa
shilling she wadna gle it, Wecl, that
made the doctor mad. an ne started
toe yawn an yawn on purpose, an
yawnln' is infectious We ken. Meg
began toe yawn an yawn, and what
did she dae but diSlocate her Jaw
again. Then says the doctor, says
he: Meg, unless ye pay me the twa
shillin's dell a hand will | pit on yer
Jaw An she had tao gre IL. Mercy,
but it wis funny. Yet. VIA his close.
~fstednesS the doctor has had his guild
pints. Moo an again he's dune some
noble deed that wis worthy o. the
graund race that he sprdng frae.
When the big flyer wis here he
worked NIGHT an day for weeks an
nae a peeny wad he TAX, an when
the pit cage fell doom the shaft an
sac mony men were hurt he DrOcht
them a lack tae health, an "a for
n%aething. | wadna say a hard word
against DIR. Pcnnycook for "a the
world. It'll be sad day for the Parish
o / ri llemains when we dinna haze Il
DR.. P%ennycook tae look efter a the
ills that flesh fa's heir to-"
III.
Meanwhile in the chamber Of death
two battles were being bitterly con
tested. DR.. Pennycook, face TO face
with the last great enemy; Minister
Wilson waging a hard fight for the
salvation OF a soul.
Strange that / should be dying at
So, Wilson. Ne'er-dac-weels in the
parish o Bridlemains are Twin DOT
their worthless lives al ninety. It's
70 RIGHT wilson"
1t was the first time the doctor had
spoken in an hour and the words fell
feebly from his dying lips.
Minister Wilson at the bedside on
his knees in prayer lifted his head at
the first sound and grasped the hand
OF the dying man. 1t is the Lords
will, Pennycook; his will be done
But it's no ricth, Wilson, an fine
We zen it,"
The doctors eyes were now wide
open and he spoke with much spirit.
Alas, it was the final squirt OF
strength.
''Pennycook." said the minister,
',you know you are dying; do you die
in peace"
Wilson If you werena an auld
freen an the only ither daeccnt nan
in Bridlemains I'd pit We DOT. Dinna
bother me ABBOTT religion. That
ne'cr-dac.weel %preccntor o yours is
twa shillins in my debt an has been
sax months come Martimas term. 1t
wad suit We better tae shake him for
bein' a lie tae his religion than tae
bother a daecent man. Mercy me,
Christ wis puir, hut he commanded
his followers tae pey tribute where
tribute wis due. but suppose we've
got tae speak for appearances sake.
All, Wilson. ye're "A sly dowg."
''Pennycook, ~PcnnYcook, do you die
in peace"
I'm peace? Why shouldn't /? I've
had trouble wi nae anc."
"Ah, Pennycook, the old trouble
betw en- God and man that Christ
alone can make up T~ennycook, the
blood OF Jesus Christ. Gods son,
cleanseth us from all sin. Look to
Christ. Pe%nnycoOk. Ask God for His
sake TO accept OF YOU. You know il
all a. well as /; even now il is not too
late"
aye speak tae me, Wilson, as il /
was a bad man. Wha haze | wranged
that / should ask God tae forgie ne.
Behave yerscl' Wilson, behave yersei'
this minute. sir, or leave my hose