The Florence daily tribune., 1898-04-14

WthutihuA NcNts VI tDo laSt century.
when two continents were ringing with
the news of Wolfe's great victory. 1t
was not alone for England and for the
honor OF that statesman whose superior
the world has never seen that that bat
tie was won. We marched In the pro-
cession. The ''great empire on tho fro.
zen shore of Ontario was wrested from
u foreign foe for us 1t was our grand
fathers and their mates who with tin
horns and rags as pennants flying play
ed Marching to Quebec. end at night
they were lulled to sleep by songs Of
Wolfe and his most enviable death.
1.-THE boys with the sirup have come"
said Roxy Ann, "and the Aldermans are
with them.''
Il hope shey have brought home a
good complement.
In his extrome age the old gentle
mans taste cravod sweets. West India
molasses might do to sweeten cider, but
maple wax, ah
''You may be sure they've looked out
for themselves, grandfather." Roxy
Ann had had u supreme faith in her
brothers until their visit to Springfield
together to SEQ the caravan, But that,
of course, is another story.
The little clearing in the spring by
the maple trees was not always devoted
solely to the boiling of sap. A kettle is
hung on two poles; high board screen
keeps the wind from the fire. The boys
conclude that boiling sap will boil eggs.
A dozen or two are collected; loaf Of
bread, pepper and salt, minoo pie or
two, doughnuts and cheese add variety
/ IN tho Tho A
are often in evidence. When the sap is
reduced to sirup the remains are often
brought to the kitchen to ho finished off.
On this afternoon, having put the
sirup over the fire, the boys, ro-enforced
by two Aldermans, sat down by the
kitchen stove to conclude a game of
"Old Sledge" and to watch the sirup
lest it should boil over.
Roxy Ann, leaning over her brothers.
shoulder to watch the game, spied tall
gentleman in long frock coat, silk hat
and carrying walking stick, making
his way to tho bnck door, "That is our
company" she thought, "but what il
he coming in through the wood shed
forG" Hearing the back door open, she
cried to her brothers, 1.-The minister Is
coming through the wood shed. -
With one fell stroke the cards were
dashed under the table, and tho boys
shot through the outside door.
| "What ails those boys? Libby, If you
will open the door for tho minister,
will pick up these cards. -
Suiting the action to the word, she
disappeared under the table, but in ris-
ing she gave her head terrible bump.
AT the same time the sirup boiled over,
and the reverend gentleman was greeted
with the aroma of burned sugar and n
black smoke that, like Egyptian dark
ness, "oould be felt
| II hope I'm not intruding," said he,
with broad smile.
"No, sir; not in the least, /" replied
Roxy Ann, dropping a courtesy. Father
and mother are not at home, but grand
father is, and we are very glad to see
you, sir. Grandfather, this is Rev. Hi
ram Bingham
Grandfather was in q grandiloquent
mood, and he rose to the occasion ma
jestically.
Darkness covered the earth and
gross darkness the people. but the Lord
said, Let there be light, and there was
light Sir" he exclaimed, waving his
hand majestically, 1--WE are indeed very
glad to see you'll
Glad? What was Scripture confer
ence with an everyday old friend COM
pared to this? The Sandwich Islands,
the whole of Polynesia, the American
board of commissioners for foreign mis-
sions all in onei "Sit down. sir; sit
down. Lebbeus and his wife will soon
return"
To tell the TRUTH tho old gentleman
secretly hoped that they would not too
soon return, for he felt that on certain
theological points involving the assem-
bly's Shorter Cateohism his son 8 senti-
ments were anything but Sound. -
| Your sons name, SIR" said Mr..
Bingham, bowling courteously. "re-
minds me of the brig which, under
Providence, conveyed our missionary
party to the Sandwich Islands in 1919.
1t was the Lebbeus. Captain Blanohards,
as you may have noticed if you have
taken the trouble to look over my His
tory of the Sandwich Islands,, which
| the doctor did me the honor to add TO
his library. 1t is name Of repute in
| apostolic times. Providence has removed
from my side the companion of my
youth, but had it been otherwise, sir,
and had heaven seen fit to vouchsafe me
another son think should have called
him Lebbeus.
You would have conferred honor
upon the name, sir. 1t is. as you say,
an apostolic name, but it grieves me to
confess that, while my son is not want
ing in gifts, they are not strictly of an
apostolic order.
Mr.. Bingham bowed. 1.-THE Scrip
lures speak of diversity of gifts, sir.
All, my sons, what have we here?''
A hasty conference had been held in
the kitchen over the remains of the
sirup when it was decided that as Mr..
| Bingham srrnrised il in the act of boil