The Bessemer indicator., 1894-04-28

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II WIS half an hour before dinner
time Farmer Brown was sitting on
his high porch inhaling the odor OF
roasting chicken and baking mince
pics. indicative OF the coming meal
The old gentleman was too portly to
longer follow the plow. but he loved
to watch the pleasant farm life all
around him.
"Pa, pa. here's tramp" shrilly
called out his daughter Sally from
the front yard. Farmer Brown arose
slowly, and shuffied around tho cor
her. Tho person who had excited
sally's cry was standing by the we'll
sweep expostulnting with the fair
one.
"You should not call me tramp"
he was saying, my name is Jonas
Jackson. I'm pilgrim, a knight of
the Order OF the Sons OF Rest"
well, II pilgrims tramp, ain t
hep" queried the old man jovially.
The stranger looked up and bowed
aefercntially. "No. sir A pilgrim
Is quite different from tramp. In
these days pilgrims are few, but they
trace their lineage back to bible
days"
.Hey?"
"ln tho book OF Genesis we read
now Abraham went into Egypt. He
was tho first pilgrim"
do pilgrims work?" asked the
farmer. seating himself.
L,
do not stay long enough in any
one place to have constant employ
ment," responded the newcomer
politely.
"Then they're just plain tramps, :"
calculated Miss Sally.
| mo, no, you misunderstood me-"
said Jackson deprecatingly, "they
10 not work at hard labor it is true,
but they do exercise their ingenuity
to secure food and clothes"
Sort OF bunco chaps" suggested
the farmer. thinking of certain ex-
perience OF his own.
"Oh, no. indeed" replied jackson,
nothing like that ] mean by fair.
honorable methods. Now my forte
discriminating rapidly of his ac-
,omplishments-''putting in time. ="
"Be you clock maker'" querled
Sally with removed interest.
"Something that way" answered
Jackson. gladly availing himself of
the loophole.
Just the feller I've been lookin'
Tor" calculated the farmer; ..come
tight in, I've got q job for you.
Jackson reluctantly followed the old
man into the best room, where o
graat-grandfather's clock stood si-
ently in one corner,
~ amt run for nigh onto twenty
years, l reckon" he explained; "nhd
As far as I'm conoerned / don't give
durn If it don't run for twenty
years more, but Sally's got the idee
in her head it ought to be fixed. If
you git her started I'll give you a
square meal"
"Oh, mister, do fix It, and I'll be
lwful much Obliged" interiected
sally. poking her head in the open
doorway.
"Go way. Sally. and let us alone"
commanded her father. The head
disappeared.
JutEson's heart was full of dismay,
out his countenance was unmoved.
Bring me the oil can from the
sewing machine. feather and a
,loth," he ordered in business-like
tone. The articles were forthcom-
ing, and the farmer left the stranger
to his task Slowly he removed the
hands and opened the dial. He
peered In at the works with horror.
Such a complicated mass OF machiu-
sry he had never before seen. Con-
'cious that Sally was probably watch
ing him, he began duatine the wheels
and oiling the piyots. The entire
half pint of oil was distributed i'm
partially over the works. and the
rusty weights wound up. Then with
fearful heart he gave the pendulum
gentle push.
Heaven be praised, 1t swung stead:
lily and smoothly
| The job was done and the dinner
vas ready. Fair Sally herself helped
nlm to the drumstick and great
slices OF white meat. with plenty OF
The "fixins," u quarter section of the
great mince pie completing the re-
past.
When departing Sally followed
nim to the gate. "I'm awful sorry
sailed you a tramp" she said. and
[ think it was nice Of you to fix the
,lock. II was worth more than a
Inner"
"Do you think soa" queried Jack
son, smiling down upon the plump.
rosy face, and knowing full we'll, the
rogue, that no ono was in sight,
then this more than repays me, !"
and, says the Philadelphia Times.
before she could demonstrate IL she
would he slipped an arm around he
waist, gave her vigorous hug,
Kissed her cherry lips once. twice,