The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-07-01

the news of Wolfe's great victory. l
was not alone for England and for tn
honor Of that statesman whose superio
tie was won. We marched in the pro
cession. The ''great empire ON the fro
zen shore of Ontario" was wrested from
foreign foe for us. 1t was our grand
fathers and their mates who with til
horns and rags as remnants flying play
ed Marching 20 Quebec, and at night
| they were lulled TO sleep by songs OF
Wolfe and his most enviable death.
1.-THE boys with the strip have come, '
said Roxy Ann, land the Aldermans are
| with Them"
II hope they have brought home q
good complement.
In his extreme age the old gentle
mans taste craved sweets. West India
molasses might do to sweeten cider. but
maple wax, ahl
lyon may be sure they've looked out
for themselves, grandfather. Roxy
Ann had had supreme faith in her
brothers until their visit to Springfield
together to see 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; a 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
nd sol MI Ov.
two, doughnuts and cheese add variety
to the feast. The Aldermans and Fords
are often in evidence. When the sap is
reduced to strip, the remains are often
brought to the kitchen to be finished off.
On this afternoon, having put the
strip over the fire, the boys, REINFORCED
by two Aldermans, sat down by the
kitchen stove to conclude a game of
"Old Sledge" and to watch the strip
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 a walking stick, making
his way to the back door. "That is our
company" she thought, "but what is
he coming in through the wood shed
for!" Hearing the back door open, she
cried to her brothers, "The minister is
coming through the wood she'd
With one fell stroke the cards were
dashed under the table, and the boys
shot through the outside door.
what ails those boys? Libby, if you
will open the door for the minister, l
will pick up these cards."
Suiting the action to the word, she
under the table, but in ris-
ing she gave her head terrible bump.
At the same time the strip boiled over,
and the reverend gentleman was greeted
with the aroma of burned sugar and a
black smoke that, like Egyptian dark
ness, "could be felt
Il hope I'm not intruding," said he,
with broad smile.
"No, sir; not in the least" replied
Roxy Ann, dropping 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 grandiloquent |
mood. and ne rose to the occasion ma.
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 youp'
Glad? What was Scripture confer
ence with an everyday old friend COM
pared to this? The Sandwich Islands,
'he whole of Polynesia, the American
board OF commissioners for foreign mis- |
sions, all in onel "Sit down, sir; sit |
Town. Lebbeus and his wife will soon |
'eturn."
To tell the truth, the old gentleman
secretly hoped that they would not too
ioon return, for he felt that Oh certain
theological points involving the assem-
'ly's Shorter Catechism his sons senti-
nents were anything but "sound."
Your sons name, SIR" said Mr.. |
Bingham, bowling courteously, Gre |
minds me of the brig which, under
Providence, conveyed our missionary
'arty to the Sandwich Islands in 1919. |
{ was the Lebbeus, Captain Blanchards,
is you may have noticed if you have
AIKEN the trouble to look over my His.
DRY of the Sandwich Islands, which
he doctor did me the honor to add to
lis library. 1t is a name of repute in
postolic times. Providence has removed
rom my side the companion of my
'outh, but had it been otherwise, sir,
md had heaven seen fit to vouchsafe me
mother son think l should have called
him Lebbeus''
"You would have conferred honor
ipon the name, sir. 1t is. as you say,
N apostolic name, but it grieves me to
onfess that, while my son is not want.
ng in gifts, they are not strictly of an
'postolic order.
Mr.. Bingham bowed. "The Scrip
ures speak Of diversity of gifts, sir.
Nh, my sons, what have we here?''
hasty conference had been held in
he kitchen over the remains of the
irup, when it was decided that as Mir.
Bingham surprised it in the act of boil.
ng over hospitality demanded that he