The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-09-19
A September TALE.
Rev. L. L. Hanscom Postponed q
Funeral Grafton Indefinitely.

Rev. L. L. HdnSC0m postponed
Funeral Grafton Indefinitely.
1t was the second day of September
last. The morning was bright, clear
and beautiful. Shortly before six
o'clock Rev. l.. L. Hanscom was seen
passing up along Lincoln street. He
was in carriage, driving the Metho-
dist horse he declares is neither afraid
of gun or dog. The horse was on
good, Methodist jog. The minister
was looking ahead, never turning his
face about to see an early riser that
might be passing along the walk or
carving an arm full of wood into the
kitchen for breakfast. Occasionally
his deep, stern voice would break out
into "Glang, glang," and the good,
old Methodist horse would prick up
his ears and get down to five-minute
gait until the minister's thoughts
wandered away from his pace.
II wonder where Bro. Hanscom can
be going so early this morning" was
the remark of husband to his wife
as he was building the kitchen fire.
Don't know, but l wouldn't be a
bit surprised if he is going out into
the country1to attend funeral; he's
such a good minister, you know, that
he would rise early to accommodate
any one," and with this remark no
further attention was paid to the sub
ject.
IL wonder where Mr.. Hanscom is
going so early" was the remark OF
another head of the family to his bet
ter half, residing up the street little
farther from No. l, as the minister
passed without looking around.
III bet basket of chips that he has
got marriage out in the country and
got up early in order to get there in
time and not to;..disappoint the poor
couple was the reply that No. 2 got.
There is something queer about
him, this morning." was the answer.
81 called to him two or three times
and then fairly yelled, and still his
face continued pointing to the south
ward and from it there came no re-
sponse."
Yes, it's a wedding, sure. That's
the way with all ministers when they
get chance of that kind. Want to
keep it secret, you know until it is
all over" and with that the subject
was dismissed.
The shades of night we're falling
fast. From the south there drove into
town in single carriage attached to
a black horse a man. The horse was
the Methodist horse. The man was
the Methodist minister. The face
bore the same expression as in the
morning, with the possible exception
of the look of anxiety being missing
and look of peace in it's place.
well, who did you make happy to-
day." was a question put to the min
lister by reporter.
mo one happy, sir; no one, unless
it might be myself
"Ah, not funeral, hope? I heard
about you going out in the country so
early this morning that people con-
Guided it must be one or the other"
YES" said the minister sadly, Eyes,
it was to have been a funeral. My
wife, my little ones and l were all 60
ing to have funeral feast morrow,
out we are to be disappointed. It's a
bitter disappointment, too, my boy, a
bitter disappointment. Yesterday,
you know, was Sept. lst. It was Sun
day, too. WE'LL" and here the minis
ter pulled a gun from his carriage,
"this morning l got up early, left my
family with part promise that they
would enjoy feast of prairie chick
ems tomorrow. But there was some
one out in the country that went be-
fore me-" basket of ware was re-
moyed from the buggy, land there
wasn't any funeral, and there will be
no celebration tomorrow"
The minister left the reporter med
itating on his handicap profession and
on the unsportsmanlike conduct of
the sportsmen who had gone over the