CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1899-03-02

Jest as tho II was Yesterday 1t was
about his time o tn year and Silas and
fhs. chi.d ali rode down I Ia corners in
! Silas' democrat wagon though /. want
called democrat wagon in those
days. sary and Seth sat on tn back
seat, she holdin' th' baby. tn men put
up III team in m shed al tn side o. tn
charch an we all went in tgether.
Sefh's pew was well down toward tn
front an we sat there. Parson Davis
was tn minister. young feller. too,
with sandy hair an fun blue eye that
seemed 4 have tn truth shinin' right
out of it. Sary always said he looked
like bowl o. SKINNED milk L her. but
he didn't, jes' tn same He was able
leader an his sermons was always wuth
tbinLin' over Well, tn service pro-
ceeded- TIL church was filed with tn
folks from everywhere within five
miles o. tn corners. for il was a nice
morning and I've generally noticed
folks are more religious when tn
weatner's good. At TIL conclusion of
meetin' tn pastor stepped down from
tn pulpit and asked If there WIS any
one in tn congregation thai felt
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salvation that tn church offered. Two
Joined in that mornin' an when TIL
parson had shook hands with them he
asked if there was any little ones that
the parents wished to be baptized in
tn light Seth nudged Sary an she riz
right up in tn pew. That was tn first
Information that tn parson had of a
baby in Seth Heminway's family. he
looked kinder surprised, but he was
equal TO tn OCCASION He beckoned t
Sary an she passed by Seth an went
down tn aisle 4 TIL front. steady like
an firm. holdin' tn baby close to her.
"wben she reached tn pulpit tn par
son took tn little one out of her arms
an held it in his own TIL baptismal
fount was on his left han within reach.
He seemed imbued with TIL idee that
he oughter do a good job o. tn chris
TENN, for he knew tn standin' in tn
community O. the Heminway family.
He sweIled out his chest an said-I can
hear him now: Dear brothers and sis
tiers. | am called upon to moisten IN
tn holy baptism of our Lord this child.
this child that ! hold in my arms But
before let us try to draw aside tn cur
tain of tn future and peer beyond, to
see, il possible. what may be tn mate
rial destiny of this, ! might almost say,
unorganized human being. that / hold
here before you. II may be that after
the years have been waited away this
little one. in the vigor of stanch ma
turity. may feel il his fate to buckle
on tn sword and tn armor and go forth
to battle for light and right, and we
may have another St George. Or. again
he may take up tn pen. and who knows
but that may hold In my arms. who
ganized human being may develop into
another Sir Walter. Or. ngain-I say
il is possible-the Affairs of state may
eneross his mind, and the world may
have second Jefferson
AT the first prophetic possibility Par
son Davis made. Seth. whs had beer.
listenin' with his eyes fixed on the
floor, started. Silas nudged me, an l
smiled ! didn't dare to laugh, for jes,
then l cast my eyes in the direction of
Sary. She was shalzin' like a leaf. an
her face was as white as your collar.
Seth wiggled in his seat, but Parson
Davis didn't notice anything. He was
too busy prophesying. Finally can.e
tn last Or sixthly.' he said. and his
voice seemed t rise. and let us hope
il may be true-he may work in this
world for the Lord. Lnny take up tn
torch of truth and follow in tn foot
steps Of the Shepherd. and we may have
anotaksr Paul. e
II looked At sary. She wasn't pale
She was red. knew what she was
achfn' for. saw 1t in her eyes. She
was dyin' for sh' last chance at the
minister that would have tn mean
ness to say a child of hern might some
Jay become another Paul. When he
had finished about tn 'postle Parson
Davis looked down 20 Sary-th' little
frail body at his side-and asked in
his amazin' deep voice: What in tn
little ones name. pleaseT
And at that Sary seemed e grow at
least three inches. She looked tn par
son right square in the eye and an
swered in a voice SO clear that the boys
waitin' for Sunday school out in front
heard her: Elizabeth Anne. sir!'"
And the memory of that christening
caused another smile to melt the face
of Aunt Jane, a smile that broke into
a laugh-a laugh that hoated on down
the lane and across the fields until IL
mingled and was lost with the chirping
of the birds.-Detroit Free Fress.