The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1894-01-25

Mr.. Raavson.
He was so completely transformed that
he solemnly assured me that he utterly
failed to recognize himself as he was re-
fected in a mirror.
I could plainly see that the very bar
bers were astonished at the TRANSFORMED
ton their handiwork had materially con-
tributed to produce, though undoubted-
ly they witnessed many striking changes
of the outward man among their many
queer customers.
Presently the proprietor of the shop
edged up to me. He could no longer re-
strain his consuming curiosity. Point
ing toward Jepson with his chin as he
wiped his hands on towel, he asked,
''Has your old friend been on a mission
among the Indians?'
Eyes, SIR" said |. He has long been
among the Pahranagats, at the head
waters of the Amargoso-the ''bitter
river" He has but recently escaped
from some years of close captivity, in
which he was held by old Twosocks
chief of the Chaweneraws."
Good Godr' cried the barber, land
to this establishment belongs the credit
of having restored him to the decencies
of civilization!'
My next care was to secure board and
lodging for Jepson in some quiet place.
I was glad to see that he was everywhere
at once taken to be a minister. Curiously
enough, as soon as he had donned the
ministerial garb he also put on what was
probably his old time ministerial man.
ner.
When l had arranged for all else,
told him l would provide for his obtain
ing at a convenient drug store any ton
les he might for time feel the want of.
"No," said Jepson, nothing of the
kind They would at once set me down
as minister who was so weak as to be
the victim of an unfortunate habit.
They would well understand the use of
the drugs. While wear this garb no
one shall ever have cause to suspect me
of fondness for drink"
Good for you, Jepson!" cried l. lido
believe that you are determined not to
disgrace the cloth you wear"
mo, sir. If l feel that must go back
to my old miserable life, / shall take off
these clothes and come and bid you good
BY"
In the evening took Jepson to the no.
tel and introduced him to my father as
Rev. Mr.. Rawson of New Jersey. The
two old gentlemen were soon engaged in
conversation, while l pretended to read
the evening paper.
My father soon launched forth upon
what had become his hobby. He pro-
duced the genealogical record and ex1
planned the bringing over of the remains
of our ancestors, Sir Archibald and Lady
Eleanor. The psuedo Rev. Rawson
seemed much interested in everything
and had much to say in praise of my ia
theirs generous plans and dutiful actions
and intentions.
Finally the reverend gentleman arose
and took his leave. Almost as soon as
he left the room my father cried: "Sam,
I'm sorry we did not meet this Mr.. Raw
son before making our arrangement with
that vagabond Jepson. Mr.. Rawson is
the very man to have made the Grafton
which we contemplate. He entered in
to the scope and spirit of the thing at
once. Already he has a much better I'M
derstanding of the matter than that fell
low Jepson. Then he is man who
makes noble and godly appearance.
Every word he utters seems to have in
it the flavor of sanctity. / fear our Jep-
son is sad dog, and that he will remain