The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1896-11-26
HIRAM sAwDYs NERVE.



He Was Amazed at the Hymn, but Saw
1t Through.
Gas I remarked, . said Colonel Aims
worth 'sand is the noblest attribute of
the human animal. No match what the
game, the man who plays his stack to the
last chip will eventually win out. Mebbe
he finds a split on the floor an comm back
busts the bank. Anyway he strengthens
his moral natur' an playin a losin game
hard has its rem uneratjons. An this quail
ity of sand amt in wise limited to
sports an men Of the world. Divinity
students are just as Il bic to show the
strain as yore shawl kyard man, or the
owneh of a string Of -hosses. even now
recall sub, an ole Cam lite preacher down
in Christian county who has as much
pure blood as a ten acre pastur' full Of
thorough breds An I amt hangin my
conclusion on the way he cleaned out the
gang FUN Graoey that night they rode
oven to bust his protracted meetin at
Haley's Mills. He ca'ved up the two
Withers boys SOS they wouldn't hold
feathers, an he stacks up ,leven others like
they was cawd wood. 1t wasn't that cpl
code in the life of the Rev Hiram SAVOY,
which was his name nor yit his stan in off
the Jack Creek outfit that was bent on
lynchin niggah that rega 'ded as the big,
courageous play of his life To my min
the gamest thing he ever done was right
in the line of his business an showed con
elusively that you couldn't stampede him
ner deal a game so hard agin him that he'd
60 to the discard.
1T was like this: Misteh SAVOY, among
otheh clerical duties, preached every otheh
Sunday at H0pkinsville. 1t was his custom
on SIGH occasions to come Sat day afte noon
an 90 to the house of a professor, a
brotheh in the church-we call 'em pro-
fessehs-an thar he'd fix up his discourse
TO the mex day an likewise pick out the
hymns to be raised.
cone Sat day he stopped at Green Clay
Harges' house. Harges' boy Breckenridge
is a p'ison mischievous kid alters a-playin
of his tricks Alisteh SAVOY was called
fun the room temporarily an the boy
ducked in an stole the preacheh's hymn
book NIisteh SAVOY turned down the
leaves of his book, indicatin the hymns to
be sung. This yere Harges boy had a song
he d cut out of newspaper. 1t had struck
his fancy somehow an he thought he'd
like to yere it in the choir. He pastes it /
in careful an smooth an sneaks the book
back on to Misteh Sawdy's table. The
next day, a ter prayin, the preacher opens
his hymn book an begins to line out the
selection. 1t began:
clarence McFadden he wanted to dance.
Gle was amazed at the words, an layin
the book down on the pulpit, takes off his
specs an wipes EN- exceedin car'ful. Then
he goes on again an reads that unspeak-
able hymn from sound of gong to distance
flag. 1t goes like this:
"Clarence AIcFaddeu he wanted to dance,
But his feet wasn't gated that way,
So he goes to a teacher an stated the case
An said he was willin to pay.
''The teacher looked down in surprise at his
feet
An viewed their enormous expanse.
He tackled on a to his regular price
For larnin McFadden to dance.
f'The preacher, as was tellin yo', was
a brave man; but, sub, the song almost
faded him. He rallied, took a big drink
of watch, an says to his congregation:
g. Brothehs an sistehs, it's % year an
more since I've been givin out hymns
FUN this yere blessed book, an this IS the /
fust time I ricollec' a-stri kin this one. /
But, he says. bracin himself agin, it's in |
the hymn book, brothehs an sistehs, an if
some one Of yo' all will pitch ne tune,
Wen sing it, by the grace of heaven, if we |
bust a trace chain. William E. Lewis |
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