The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-31

fans are being piled vigorously. There
seems to be no sermon. ut is kind
of prayer-meeting." think. az End Z
seat Another hymn is sung. and then
the pastor rises to make . few re-
marks. He begins by reading that love
~ chapter of First Corinthians in which
charity is so exquisitely defined
Charity suffereth long and is kind;
charity envieth not; charity vaunteth
not itself; is not pulled up; doth not
behave itself unseenly; seeketh not
her own. is not easily provoked, think.
eth NO evil; rejoiceth not in iniqmty,
but rejoiceth in tho truth; beareth all
things. hopeth all things. endureth all
things; charity never failethp'
The worthy pastors after-remarks
seem to me trife trite and common
place, and find myself wishing that
he had contented himself with tho
apostles beautiful letter. But finally
he arouses every ones attention:
Brethren and sisters! I take this
opportunity to allow one Of us-Broth-
err Crabtree-to make-an explanstion
about certain-matter-of which,
am sorry to say, there has been a great
deal of talk; and some Of It not at all
in the spirit of the chapter which VIC
have just read II is to be hoped. my
dear brethren, that this-matter-will
go no farther, out that We will all re-
member to practice the charity that
thinKeth no evilt"
Brother Crabtree" rises slowly and
stif1y. He clears his throat and paus-
es There is no lack of attention.
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. I am SO
irreverent that long for tho pencil of
Mast or at least to DO 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 repentant confession of
guilt? l may be wrong, but 1 fear tie
ones feel no pity. All
their thoughts are merged in his con.
fession. The fans cease to move; the
men and boys to chew tobacco-they
almost forget to breathe. In their
pent-up lives it is q supreme moment.
And 1 confess that am not without
curiosity and interest. Oh, poor human
naturel Always so prone and keen to
anticipate the dread Judgment dayr
And SO rarely anxious to cover up with
veil any sins of our own. At
last he speaks This is his confession:
Brethren and sisters" he begins, II
jist what mornin' twas
that my wife said she was plum tired o.
hem air 'mud-daubers;' and / got me
} hath an l went for 'em. l knocked
iown right smart Of the nests an 1
zilled 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 laf an git rested
some. disremem Der if we shet the
loor or not l didn't low to hit nv
wife none She's here; 20 kin ask
ler"
He sat down suddenly, having prob
IDLY made the longest speech Of his
ife.
we will now hear from Sister Crab
rec" supplements the pastor.
Sister Crabtree' rises in her place
% promptly and begins to speak SO
that l suspect she has
'een longing for the opportunity. She
s tall, spare woman with keen, |
Fright eyes and dark hair with gray !
freaks like wisps of hay. She looks
quite capable of hohding her own Is
Igainst her husband. who is mild
oannered old man with white hair.
md his tall form is somewhat bent |
With age and la Dor.
''Thar's been heap more talk" she
avs grimly, "bout us than thar was
~ call fur. Ny husband was a.
;nockin' down the mud-daubers'
ests, jist as he says We've always
lined to tend to our own bizness an
ot bother nobody. An eff we want
clip we kin call'em in Ny husbands
in mighty good TO me: he never struck
% no blow; ans fur's / know he
idn't aim to that air nornin'.
unno who started the story that he
,as a-beatin' of me. / reckon / kin
AXE keer Of myself But hit pears
Ike they had little to do! But haint
-keerin'l The hull tow could
eeked eff they'd wanted to. They
couldn't a-seen nothin'i 'Twssn't me
lat hollered AIRY time that he killed
ne he'd holler out: Thar I've got y Ell
: some stitch fool talk; but I dunao's
was crimei Eff some folks will jest
md TO their own business"
But here the good pastor interposeA
e fears that in his efforts TO make
eace. he has stirred up q hornets
est" Sister CrHbtree is allowing her
urt feelings to carry her too far. for
etfui of the time and plaeel He
and anxiously speaks:
There, Sister Crabsree! That win |
}. think We are abundaDtly salts
I'd l hope We may all be very slow I;
believe evil or 70 carry tales
rother Nicer. will you lead in /:
-zyer?'
The current Of life In l. flows on
smoothly as ever. lam happy to be
de to state that Charlie Crabtree and
iss Ionic Swallow have been recon-
ed. and viii soon be married. h
argsr-t S Sibley. in Springfield
lass Repub licAn-