The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1898-02-05
Sir ToDy's Church.
BY OPIE READ.
CEvERAL times within the memor.

CEVERAL times within the memory
y of men not yet old have troops of
state militia been sent into Light
county to put down the spirit of vio-
lent insurrection. Once the Light
horns objected to Matt Proctor, who
had been elected sheriff, and stormed
his Office with sledge-hammer and gun;
and on another occasion the commu-
nifty arose to mob surveyor employed
to sight a line for railway. Upon
the whole, and without hating TO give
instances, Light county was a pre-
cinct of outlawry and moral darkness.
Years ago an old log church stood near
the roadside at Blue Springs, not far
from the geographical and inipuitous
center of the county. And why in
iqutous center, with a church at
hand? The egg of much devilment
had been laid and Matched in that old
church, at the dead of night, while the
law-abiding citizen of the county was
sound asleep with his pistol under his
head. One night rough dance was
given therein. 1t was mastered by
the Lighthorn boys. and the law was
afraid to open its mouth in objection.
though it was a disgrace ann an out
rage upon those who believed In the
Lord. The dance was at its height,
and Abe Lighthorn was cutting high
capers with Betty Sewers, when in
stepped old man Dagley, deacon of the
church. In his arms he carried a
bundle of split wood and wisp of
hay. He put his burden into corner
and began to pile bench-legs and pieces
of board about it.
"What are you goin' to doc" Abe
Lighthorn asked, leaving off his high
capers.
"Oh," the old man answered. look
ing up with smile as sharp as a
crack in frozen goud; II thought
I'd warm things up little. looked
in as l was passin' an l lowed it
must be sorter chilly in here; and
don't want the young folks to catch
cold. The futur' hope of the commu-
nifty is in a bad box when the young
folks are ailin'." He struck match
and held ii to the hay.
look out here, you old fool!"
Lighthorn cried, attempting to stamp
out the mounting blaze. The old
man showed him aside. This is my
house." said he, land don't want you
to interfere with me. You are stronger
than I am, but my gun shoots just as
strong as yourn, an II you put out
this ere fire, we'll both be mighty apt
to use 'em. Step up. folks, if you are
chilly, an git warm. The stars are
all out an the moons full, an I be-
lieve we'll have sharp frost before
mornin'. Step up an git warm
Lighthorn decided that it was best
TO take things good-humoredly, so,
inviting his friends out, he permitted
the fire to burn; and in the light-no
dim, religious light, but a great glare
in the woods-the roughs and hoydens
danced till dawn fell upon the embers
Another church was built, small
house deep in the woods as If it were
hiding from the Lighthorns. But they
found it, but not to dance in, for II
was too small. 1t was not, however,
too small to have fun with, so they
amused themselves by frightening the
meek preacher. He ran away, and
the deacon had sore trouble in pro-
curing another man with nerve enough
to take the apostolic job. But finally
he found one.
In the Knob country was born boy
child, early evincing the strong trait
OF bull-heade6ness. His mother had
read romance, and she called the be V
Sir Tony Brown. Sir Tony grew into
lusty lad, whipped boys older than
himself, snatched kisses from demuve
and red-hushed maidens, and was pro-
nounced most promising youth. 1t
was agreed that it would be cruelty
TO fatten him out on farm; he was
born for profession. but prepara-
ton required money. : Finally his
mother, widow by this time, decided
that he should preach the Gospel. He
had powerful legs and neck like a
bronze Vulcan, but strength was needed
by the evangelist. He bent his bull
! neck to study, for in preaching the
youth saw an escape from manual la
Dor; and by the time he was well Of
age, he was granted the privilege to
stand in the pulpit and groan at the sin
cursed world. His enemies respected
him, for he was q convincing boxer, and
his pistol shooting had been pro-
nounced performance of wonderful
art But he had put aside these pro-