The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-03-02
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Consideration.
On a pleasant day one cannot go
far in Picking without meeting q
professional story teller standing,
with a crowd Of listeners about him,
under big umbrella by the road
side, telling stories i'll Il loud, ear
nest tone. The characters in the tales
arc often the big priest and "the
littlo priest'-a boy whom his par
ents have cO%nsecratcd to the service
Of the temple. The following is IL
typical story in which they appear.
Once upon time-so the story
goes-an old priest said to his youns
companion: II am going away. lit
tie priest, and l leave the tempt, il
your charge. No matter WHO co:,.cs
don't lend them anything
"All right, sir. I'll obey You
words"
Not long after the old man LEI
an old woman came to worship.
She Frustrated herself before III,
idols and prayed and prayed until i.
raincd. Then she said to the boz:
You master knows nc well, 70, |
como often to worship. Will YOU
please lend me his umbrclla?'
NO was the prompt reply, Il
cannot lend anybody anything
So the old lady went home in Tie
rain, and she vas very angry.
Upon the masters return lie
faithful boy related his experience.
but instead OF praise he received
stern r%eiroof:
"Ol, you stupid boy! Do yo,.
know no better than that: Why,
you have driven away enc Of ny
best worshipors! You Will spoil ny
business. You should always 10
polite. You should say: Won yo:,
please step in and have IL chair. !
will steep you fresh tea and brine
you little cakes. Make yourself :s
comfortable as possible. but l am
very sorry to say my master was
out III 4 storm ono day and it blew
and it blew and it took tho skin
right off of his umbrella and strewc,l
the bones all around, and so we
have none Say that, and she could
not be angry"
"All right, sir. Ill say it next
time"
Not long after this the master
went away agni, anl there c:sno !.
man who said: Little pr:est, Ihiav
been high UP on the mountains and
gathered a big load of kipdling wood.
1t is too heavy. 1 cannot get il
home. Will you please let mo take
your masters horsef'!
Come in, SIR" said the little
man, land make yourself comfort.
able. will bring you little cakes
AM steep you fresh tea, but I am
very sorry to say the old horse was
out in a storm and it blew and il
blew and it took the skin right of
and blew tho bones away, and We
haven't any!"
The man eaze1 in aston;siiuei,
upon the boy and turned away il
disgust.
When the master returned, the
boy related all that had happened
and received around scolding: "Oh,
! you small idiot. You grow worse and
worse. Don't tell the same story
every time. Have some sense
make your story lit. You should
have said, I am very sorry to cay
the Oiu horse was out in the field
and tumbled in a hole and eprained
his leg and went lame, and we turn.
Ell him out to grass and wo haven
any,"
"All right. Sir. Twill say it the
next time"
Again the boy was left in charge,
and there came a man who said
Your master is my dear old friend,
/ would like to see him"
Come in, sir; take a seat, sir.
will bring you new cakes and steel
you fresh tea. Please be as com.
Portable as possible, sir. l am very
cory to say my master was out If
the field and stumbled in a hole nnd
went lame, and we have turned hin,
out to grass, and we haven't anyl''
So the st " runs on, as long as
the story teller pleases, until it is
time to take Il coiioction.-Clara Nj,
Cushman in Youths Companion.
Her Ears.