The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-07-30

cg UsT a dollar short /
enS ~ said the dominic, /
u.s. n counting.
= a. n IN ''rhat's ba d"
> k1AeAr-lal said his wife, with
n. E5YiHl M n despairing sigh
~. Sf NAlal "NIight as well lack
BS.GJI3I itall.
glZI "Why?"
- XII Because. Idont
SR~ - know where you
can get that dollar. The express COM
pany won't trust you, and they viii
send the package back TO NewYork"-|
But perhaps 1 can borrow it.
''Where? Elder Trip has come to
his limit-he told You so. The other
church elders and deacons are poorer
than our old rattlebones of q boss,
and 81 Manley, the only one with
property in the whole congregation,
might give it to you if You were stary-
ing to death; but to help buy me
new dress-neyer. lie would die
first"
"Well, what's to be done? My
salary isn't due for three months yet,
and in the meantime back it goes"
"Joshuayl" cried the disappointed
woman, "that mustn't happen. It's
the first dress I've had in four years,
and l have sot my heart on it day and
night. have saved those pennies by
/ piecemeal, and have earned every one
/ of them over and over a dozen times.
Now, to have the prize come oil the
way from New York, come to our very
doorstep, and start on its long way
back again just because the Methodist
minister of Beverly hasn't a dollar
and can't get it, that's what call too
bad.
The dominic heayed deep breath,
drew his SLOUGH hat down over his
eyes, and went out of the house full Of
mental calculations. He circled about
the woodpile once or twice, went NUT
tering through the parsonage garden,
and the people who observed him
thought the good man was composing
another columbiad to hurl into the
teeth of this unrighteous generation
That dollar that miserable, paltry
unnecessary dollar! He had seer
the time when its round and shiny
mightiness was no bigger than ,
mustard seed; now it appeared to hin
about the size of the planet Jupiter
and quite as inaccessible. The good
mans heroic slave of wife had neve
asked for anything that the Lord anC
the flock of Beverly hadn't given he
grudgingly all these years, and now t
be compelled to turn back the frs
sweet little messenger of Joy that ha,
visited her humdrum life was Xix
denying an angel of heaven admittanc
because there is nothing but hog an
hominy to feed her on.
Suddenly there was heard the clai
ter of hoofs along the deserted roa
leading by the dominie's bleak DOM
Gle, and then a rider drew up along
side the garden and peered about wit
hesitation. Suddenly he espied tn
old man and seemed encouraged.
"Do you know where Parson Xxi
dow lives, sir?" he asked in the hig
falsetto of an overgrown boy.
Fright here, said the worthy maj
catching at a straw as it were. H
came forward and adjusted his glasse
seeing shiftless youth, barefootet
with trousers all patches and shirt q
holes held together with the wreck
a single suspender, face grimy al
dirty. Another funeral away up
= the gulch, suppose" he unused.
} ''Be you the dominica" followC
the boy.
''I am. ="
'Ihen come right away. You
wanted up at Dan Sykes's to splice
T pain"
The good man smiled, but it was
! smile that does not warm. That dC
lar was ever before him.
Hurry up, or it will be too late
I enioined the youth.
( ''Too late for what?"
4 'For to do the ceremony. They
go off and git some one else, and you
be out your fee"
. For the first time in all his life t
| Rev. Joshua Kildow grew mercenal
4 With a wave Of the hand he babe t
f youth wait few moments, then we
J into the house to get his REGULATE
black coat. "We're saved, Bashel
< dear, he said calmly, as if imparti
t good news were Of hourly occurrent
n ''There's a wedding on.
. "Where?" This was spoken h
sceptically, as if she knew everythi
3 In that little world, that was or was
s be, and doubted his accuracy.
n "Away up in the mountains, nj
! miles from here, ne said briskly.
The face of the woman fell, and S
l went on with her task with hope dash'
J. She knew the mountain folks-kn
It that among them dollars were as seal
n as pearls in an ash dump. They liz