The Penn's Grove record., 1893-12-22
NUMBER d.

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stockins. Well ye ken when be wii
ridin' roond the parish he wad maxi
his mare trot on the grass to save its
shune an livery bit o wool that a
sheep had cast be wad gether up wi
his whip an gre tae some puir wildly
wha wlsna able to pay her bills; an
he wad get her tae spin a. the wool
he gethered an when she had eneuch
max stockins for him. Wisna he
rear b~egaun?"
Aye.
'I'ye seen him time an again get
AFT his horse an pick up bits o. horse
SHINE an when Meg needed new anes
he wad TAX the bits tae the black
smith an get them welded intar
ghune."
"Ye dinna say't."
Deed / dae. There's only ae
thing that 1 can forgi'e the doctor an
that's the trick he played on
Meg Tamson. l hate folk that are
aye speakin' ABBOTT their neebors, an
that's whey Idinna like Meg. There's
something unco bad ABBOTT them that
hae over muckle tao say ABBOTT itter
folk. Weel, Meg dislocated her Jaw
pity it 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, Weel, that
made the doctor mad, an he started
toe yawn an yawn on purpose, an
yawnln' is infectious ye ken. Meg
began toe yawn an yawu, 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 tae gle it. Mercy,
but it wis funny. Yet, VIA his close
flstedness 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 sprang frae
When the big fver wis here he
worked nicht an day for weeks an
nae a peeny wad he TAX, an when
the pit cage fell doom the shaft an
sac mony men we're hurt he procht
them a. back tae health, an a. for
naething. l wadna say a hard word
against DR.. Pennycook for a. the
world. It'll be sad day for the Parish
o Bridlemains when we diuna haze a
DR.. Pennycook tae look efter a the
lis that flesh fa's heir to-"
III.
Meanwhile in the chamber of death
two battles were being bitterly con-
tested. DIR. Pennycook, face to face
with the last great enemy; Minister
Wilson waRing a hard fight for the
Ialvation Of q soul
Strange that l should be dying at
So, Wilson. Ne'er-dae-weels in the
parish o Bridlemains are liyin' GOT
their worthless lives at ninety. It's
20 RIGHT Wilson"
# was the drst time the doctor had
spoken In an hour and the wordAtell
'eebly from his dying lips
I Minister Wilson at the bedside on
his knees in prayer lifted his head at
tie first sound and grasped the hand
of the dying nan 1T is the Lords
vii, PenuycoOk; his will be DONE
But it's no ricth, Wilson, an fine
Ye ken 1T"
The doctors eyes we're now wide
open and he spoke with much spirit.
| Alas! it was the final squirt Of
| strength.
"PennycCok," said the minister,
''you know you are dying; do YOU die
in peace"
Wilson II you werena an auld
freen an the only ithcr daecent man
in Bridlemains I'd pit We GOT. Dinna
bother me ABBOTT religion. That
ne'er-dae-w eel precentor o yours is
twa shillins in my debt an has been
, sax months come Martlmas term, IT
wad suit We better Iae shase him for
bein' Il lie tae his religion than tae
bother a daecent man. Mercy me,
Christ wis puir, but he commanded
his followers tae pey tribute where
tribute wis due. but l suppose we've
| got tae speak for appearances sake.
, All, Wilson, ye're a sly dowg."
'Tennycook, f%ennYcook, do you die
in peace?"
ain peace? Why shouldn't 1? I've
! mad trouble wi nae ane."
'.Ah, P%ennycook, the old trouble
between God and man that Christ
| alone can make up. Pennycook, the
blood Of Jesus Christ, Gods son,
| cleanseth Us from all sin. Look to
! Christ, Pennycook. Ask God for His
sake to accept Of YOU. You know it
all as well as l; even now it is not toe
late"
eye speak tao me, Wilson, as il !
was a bad man. VIVA haze l wranged
that l should ask God tae forgie me.
Behave yerser Wilson, behave YersoH
this minute, sir, or leave my hooss
and me in peace"
"Pennycook, you break my heart
All have sinned and come short, You
aate led an honest life, but that is
not enough. God asks you to core
to him through Chr st. Come, renny
cook; come now"
'Pehaye yersel', Wilson; be quiet;
I've something tae say tae We. When
I'm dead yen find my wull in the
bottom drawer O. that desk in d
black tin box. There's ten thoosand
pounds, a that | hae been able tae
save in sixty-three years practice, in
an Edinburgh bank. There's three
thoosaud tae yer kirk an five thOOs,
and tae you, for ye'ye been a guild
freep tae me, and twa thoosand tae
puir Jean; God forgie her for the
past. TAX guild care o my mare,
Wilson; she's been a faithful servant
Guid-by, Wilson, Ill surely enter
Heaven; I've niver wronged a sowl."
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