The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1899-12-14

O'Clock Sat day afternoon at the
East Orange railroad station.
Early that morning ] started for
Jersey with the colts, an fore
that feller got there I'd got them
so used to trolleys and steam cars
they'd hardly look at 'em, and
when he cum | stood the colts
right near the engine, and you'd
ought to see his eyes stick out
when them hosses never moved a
muscle. Wall, we had fine ride,
and we ended up to his house;
and it twas dandy, tell you!
Then says he, Now, Mr. Harum,
it's just our eating time, and you
have got to stay and have some
dinner; and what's more you've
got to stay over Sunday with me,
too.
Wall, ! sez, you're the
driver now, for | kind o. liked
the feller and thought I'd stay.
"Well, come next morning, he
says. Now, Mr.. Harum, / allus
go to church, and I'd like fust
rate to hev you go with me- We
got a good minister and some
good folks, and you II like it.
"Wall, he'd been so awful good
to me | couldn't very well say no.
l found out twas a Methodist
church, and then | wished [ had
spanked up and stayed to home.
But | was in for it, so | shut my
teeth and vowed to grin and bear
it.
CATER all, 'twant so bad. The
preacher looked most like a
priest, and had on one of them
choker vests you don't have to
wear no billed shirt with, and af-
ter a while he got to talking and
! swan / liked him. He told 'em
he was going to talk bout the
greatest thing in the world. l
supposed it was going to be the
Methodist church or the Prohi-
bition party, but 'twant no such
thing. Twas just doing good
and lovin people. And he told
these folks they WANT no religion
'cept loving: and | said to myself,
OF fellow, if you'd come up to
bonneville, I'd go to church 100
per cent more'n | do. David IS
rule was to go to church every
Thanksgiving day if he felt like
it, When we come out Brown
asked the same question folks al
ways ask up to bonneville: How'd
you like the Minister Wal,
says |, he's sound all right, and
he'd make as good u mile in the
back pasture as he would fore all
the folks Of Freeland county fair.
"Come evening, Brown sez he,
Now, Mr.. Harum, | don't alluz
go to church evenin's but there's
a friend of mine goin to talk to a
Presbyterian church down here,
and | want to go. He said he
wasn't a minister, so | thought
perhaps | could stand it. Wall,
we got to a great big church, and
they was an old feller playin' the
all-tiredest big organ | ever yet
set eyes on. Pretty soon he
struck that piece you sing, bout
Il feller sittin one day by the org'n
and not feelin' exactly right, Jest
joggin' long with loose rein for
quite piece, and so ON. an then
by stril1in right into his gait, and
goin' on stronger and stronger,
and finally finishing up with an
Amen that carries 'em quarter
way round the track fore he en-
pull up. Wall, they did some fine
singin' and the minister prayed
little, and then he said he'd been
asked to say something bout a
bill in the legislature he didn't
know anything about, and he
wanted to int'duce a jedge that
did know something bout it.
Darn sensible minister, says |.
Then the jedge got up. My, but
he was a fine locker. Sixteen
hand high, neck like Norman
and powerful in the shoulder.
Wall, he didn't make no great
splurge, but ne talked an awful
lot OF common sense about the
poor fellers he sent to Jail, and