St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1894-10-06

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by the name Of Pastors study 1t
was the one Bible classroom, a make
shift for study. made necessary by the
fact of the pastors family having out
grown the limits OF the parsonage.
leaving no spare room within its walls.
II don't believe that fellows fixed
the chimneys-for all his fine prom
ises."
A frown settled over the good mans
face as the smoke persistently de-
cline to find its way anywhere except,
as it seemed to him. into his eyes and
lungs He waited for a few moments
in hopes that it might change its mind
and direction.
Smokes worse than ever.
With an impatient movement Mr..
Wykoff put on his hat and strobe
across the road to a small frame build
ing with sign indicating brave in
tention of acting as tin shop and
stove stove to the whole community.
although an outsider might we'll won
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for one good sized cook stove.
Mr.. Barnes here?" asked the minis
ter, sharply.
A boy who looked as lazy as Mr.. Wy
koff knew his employer to be slowly
shook his shock Of frowzled hair as he
drawled:
NO, he amt here. He's gone hunt
in"
when will he be back?"
II d know. Not till to-morrer, I
guess"
Fifteen minutes later Mr.. Wykoff APP
peared at the parsonage door with
heavy armful of books.
Il shall have to study here, Mary"
No fire?"
Yes, fire. but smoke. too. That
lazy rascal. Barnes, as usual. is taking
his time about seeing to the chimney"
TOO bad! But come here-into the
parlor-and Ill keep things just as
quiet for you as can"
Mr.. WykoR knew this, yet with this
knowledge went along another bit,
based on past experiences Of like
nature, that it was an impossibility
for Mrs. Wykoff to refrain from vari-
Gus small interruptions purely on her
own hook. She had lively, chatty
way with her, not yet being rs SUBJ
dued by the hardships incident to the
life of q prairie home missionary's
wife as might have been expected.
Here you are. Johnny and Sam
are just of to school How nice to
have you at home all tho morning. No,
baby mustn't bother papa-bless the
darling. She thinks there must be
some kind of frolic up Wien you're
at home and sitting down in the day
time, when it isn't meal time"
Papa, take" began the blue-eyed
treasure. holding out coaxing arms.
mo. indeed! Papall take you when
he's done. Yes-it must be cold enough
up at that breezy church, and on the
north side, too. But the sun comes in
here SO warm that don't believe you'll
need a fire"
Not at all, Mary. All l want is
quiet"
Plenty Of that to b had for moth
ing, or we shouldn't have it in plenty"
with a laugh. II have Molly Green
here to-day to help me with the house,
cleaning. Now, Kitty, seeing that
papa doesn't appreciate our society. we
will be off,"
Mr.. Wykoff was preparing his talk"
for the evenings prayer meeting. He
never sighted his prayer meeting prep
arations- They were poorly attended.
snt he always felt that those who
showed their determination to stand
by their minister by coming out were
entitled. to the best he could give
them. He could not talk well on his
feet He depended on writing, and on
quiet while he was writing.
II just want to ask" said Mrs. wy
kof. returning with an apologize
face and voice, III you saw Barnes
about the kitchen stove?"
mo, didn't see him. He's away"
said Mr.. Wykoff, in q tone, the irrita-
ton Of which was all for Mr. Barnes.
but sounded as If for Mrs. Wykoff,
who moved away with look Of mild
reproach. murmurinR something about
some distress based on the kitchen
stove.
It is no matter of wonder that Mr..
Wykon selected a pessimistic subject
for his evening talk. His mind dwelt
on the small burdens which affect hui
manity, In their accumulations making
up weight which drags him down
and down. The accountability Of man
to his brother man was not forgotten.
Mrs. Wykoh could never be long de-
pressed by anything which might be
said by her husband.
I'm sorry to disturb you," she said,
appearing again, but Molly's Just
beating the carpet, and-would you
just step down and tell that boy Of
Barnes that if Barnes is away he
must come up himself and see about
this pipe"
The minister laid down his pen. put
one book to keep another open, an
other book to hold his sheets against
the wind, which was inclining moro
and more to take liberties with them,
and went.
Papa. take. Papa"
1t was pitiful little cry which greet
ed his return.
Kitty. keep still. Now. papa. don't
you mind her At all. It's Just that she
wants some one to fuss over her, and !
Molly and I are both too busy
The sweet blue eyes were more DO
seeching than before, but 1t was not
the clamorous pleading heard from
b3 bleS who are used IN ho;uw rr>O