Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-11-11
THE minister met the deacon just as
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white gate.
We'll, Brother Farnham," the min
lister exclaimed. Selling his hund, L
am glad to see you! My heart has been
full of surprise and gratitude all day:
It's blessed thing you've done, deacon,
blessed thing; and your reward Will
be a rich one, am sure"
The deacon looked dazed.
81 don't take in your meaning, Mr.
Ladd," he said, rescuing an unwilling
hand from the minister's embarrassing
grasp.
"oh, now, deacon" went on Mr.. Ladd'
his ardor in nowise dampened. You
needn't pretend you don't know what 1
mean. You can't hide good deed like
this; its light will shine. Everybody
knows it by this time, and, best OF all,
the Lord knows it, deacon, and He'll
bless you. I just wanted to get in my
personal thanks. Don't say word"
and the ministre was off before the un-
comprehending deacon could gather
his scattered wits.
by gumi" he CIRCULATED, as he looked
after the minister's retreating form.
This was the strongest expletive Dea-
con Farnham ever allowed himself, and
when he made use of it he produced
it with great elaboration and force.
Now, what's the parson got into his
head?" he went on to himself, as he
walked up the path which led to his
house. 1T beats me! It can't be that
mess of pease sent him he's so ever
lastingly grateful for-bringing in the
Lord in that way"
But the question was too puzzling,
and he gave it up before he reached his
door.
The deacon sat down on the kitchen
stoop and took the Greenhill Chronicle
from his pocket. He put his straw hat
on the step beside him and settled for
comfortable reading of the weekly
news, letting the minister and his mys-
terious gratitude drop out of his mind,
as a subject too exciting for the warm
day.
All about him stretched his broad
fields, bearing promise of full harvest,
and his green orchards, laden with rich
abundance of young fruit. The whole
farm bore witness to unstinted care
and consequent prosperity.
The afternoon air was hot and heavy,
the dronc OF the bees drowsy, and Dea-
con Farnha1n's head went on involun-
tary little journeys as he sat on the
step with the paper in his hand. The
Chronicle dropped lower and lower, and
would have fallen from his grasp had
not his eye, in one of his lucid mo-
ments, caught sight of something which
caused him to bring back his wander
ing head with jerk and startled him
into wide wakefulness.
It was his own name which so aroused
him, and be adjusted his spectacles and
Strengthened his paper.
1T has reached our editorial ears that
Deacon Farnham, of Upland farm has do
mated the generous sum Of $500 towards the
building of the new Congregational
church Minister Ladd is to be congratu-
lated on being able to count such a liberal
and predetermined parishioner as one Of his
flock"
The deacon laid down his paper with
a sniff of disgust.
$50 that's it," he said, aloud. "Of all
the foolsl" And he struck his fist on
his knee.
Nothing could be further from the
deacon's mind than to give one cent
towards the building of the little
church, to say nothing of 5000.
Not but that he could afford it; the
i y
CLOSE" Little of the profit which so
readily flowed into his pocket was ever
bestowed in free and ungrudging gifts.
Only the necessities of life found their
way into his household, and the neigh
bors spoke pityingly of Mrs. Farnham;
she had SO little TO do with"
Furthermore, if a fit of generosity
had CHANGED to come over the deacon's
spirit, the new. church building down
in the village was not likely to receive
the benefit of it. lie had shown no in
7erest in its erection from the very first.
The old meeting house was dilapidated
and fast falling into decay, but the dea-
con could not see any reason for for
saking it.
No wonder the deacon's' irritation
grew as he reread the startling an
nouncement of the Chronicle.
well, I'll have that settled before the
sun goes down." he exclaimed, rising to
his feet. Guess better put this where
Maria won't get hold of it," he added,
folding the paper carefully and return
ing it to his pocket. She's dead set on
that foolishness, Maria is"
A few moments later Deacon Farm
ham was climbing the steep and dusty
steps which led to the Office of the
Greenville Weekly Chronicle. He found
1he editor at his desk, in his shirt
sleeves, taking life easy.
well, Deacon Farnham, this is an IN
expected pleasure! Sit down" was his
greeting.
Look here, young mani" pulled the
deacon, out of breath from the exertion
of climbing, but refusing the proffered
chair, you're getting altogether
100 smart in that paper of yours-mak-
ipg free with my name in that style"
"Oh, you mustn't be so modest, dea-
ron. A good deed like that ought to be
known"
This Interpretation of his protest was
unexpected to the deacon, and he had to
begin again:
!; u don't know what idiot toldIyou that
stuff, but it's lie, and you can take it
back in your next. When L give $500
which won't be soon-it'll be some
where else than TO that church folly.
30 you understand? | want it contra
dicted in your next"
Certainly, Deacon Farnham," replied
the editor, in cool contrast to the dea-
cons irritation. ~ thought. at the time
IL must De d mistake, DuJ 1ovem was so
dead sure let it go in. He heard it from