Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-04-14

It, CdlSl1b ucT III HIS drIIS, n0lu her up as if she were a child and kissed her, then sat down with her on his lap and said:
 '.I think would go and hunt him up and slap him over if he were worth the trouble. But he isn't, and never was, and I wish you would quit thinking about him, honey, for I know you al ways are. I'm worth a ten-acre field of such as him and you've got me"
 For answer to this Julie turned her face to her big brothers shoulder and he said nothing more till she lifted her tear-tinted cheeks and looked away, trying to hide the weakness.
 'Never mind, honey" John con tinued, ''I'm going to give you carte blanche to decorate the church for Easter, and-how's your bonnet? We'll, you shall have the best one in the shop and the prettiest. Now run away, know you want to-.
 She arose, and giving John the tiniest kiss on the ear-or somewhere in that neigh borhood-vanished in her gentle way.
 Il wish that mill1sop had been born in Beloochistan and never left home," John Micou remarked to himself, as he contemplated the bald head of one of the brass andirons.
 The Micous had descended from 1 Hugnenot stock that had originally settled in North Carolina, and Episco- palianism had been their inherited re- ligion. Julie's religion was second nature to her. Indeed it was almost 'frst-nature, if I may be allowed the term. Joseph Thompson and Julie Micou had been sweethearts from their childhood and this association of the two had grown to be a settled and accepted fact in the two families who were as close as adjoining farms and two gen. and yet the Thompsons were Metho- dists.
 There came an Easter season just about the time when Joe and Julie were at the portals of manhood and womanhood in which Julie, with other maidens of the church, for two or three days before Easter Sunday, was busily and devoutly dressing, adorning and decorating the walls, chancel and pull pit of the old chapel in the village for the approaching festival. There were some young men in the little church with the girls helping them about the heavier part of their pleasant and congenial tasks, and in ] the chatter among the young folks there arose some good-natured banter ing concerning denominational faiths. One of the other girls remarked that there was really only one Christian | church, 'sthe Holy Catholic" meaning, of course, it's Protestant side, and that such denominations as Methodists, Re- formers, Baptists and the like were only societies"
 The insane impulse" is something to which nearly all intelligent persons are more or less exposed, at some time in some way. The inclination to spring from a high place to the depths below; to throw ones self under a rapidly pass l ing railway train; to say harsh thing at the wrong time, are, perhaps, some of the more violent phases of this ssim- pulse," and it was that kind of an in- sane impulse that led Joe Thompson on that Saturday afternoon to say:
 s'More religion and less ceremony is good to have in church. But that can't be expected in the Episcopal church, of which the best thing ever said is that it doesn't bother with re- ligion or politics.
 Young MT. Thompson may have been urged to this under the delusion that he was saying something very humor- ous, secondhand though he knew it to 1 be.
 He had barely uttered the words when he caught look from Julie that made him feel just as if he had struck her violent blow in the face with his clenched fist. It was the same look of the hunted fawn that has been men toned before in this true tale. He was heartily ashamed of it, but did not go to Julie with humble apologies and con- tritely beg her pardon as he should have done.
 When the work in the church was completed Julie accompanied school