The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-03-10

bundled into the big wagon BED ana OIL
they drove to the city to lay in supply
of good things for the preachers Inc
trip covered miles enough TO make d
stay over night in the city conveniently
possible, and SO they staid all night at
the home of a city friend
That night about eight O'Clock the
lone boy at the ranch was startled from
his quiet repose into state OF eXpec-
fancy bordering on fright by the sound
of approaching wheels down the lane.
He opened the door and saw wagon
load of preachers driving into the yard.
In those days the sight of preacher
made the boy of the family vince just
a little bit, partly in sympathy for the
poor yellow-leg chick and partly be-
cause it was his duty to care for the
| team.
Papa and mamma home?" inquired
the good man who held the reins.
mo sir; they went to town to-day to
| buy some groceries," replied the lad
The trio Of preachers looked at one
another; then at the horses, at the
house, and at the boy.
Reckon We'll have to put up for the
night, anyway" said one of the preach
ers.
Certainly, we can't drive to the next
ranch Tonight. It's too far" advised
another
1t was agreed to stay right there; so
the horses We're stabbed and the minis
tiers took possession of the house. The
boy explained that his parents had read
the letter, thinking that the meeting
was to be held on the following Sunday.
Brother Van Orsdel went into the
kitchen and returned with look of
pain on his face Brother Riggin inter-
preted that look and he in turn looked
into the beaming eyes of Brother Tiff.
ooh, don't worry, Brother Van. If
you don't know how to cook. I'll show
you" and Brother Tiff winked in the
direction of Brother Riggin, who had
already expressed desire 10 eat raw
potato, q candle wick, or anything else.
The boy sat in one corner of the room
wondering how it would all come out,
for he knew that the life Of one of his
pet domineck ROSTERS hung by thread
and that there were no cooked potatoes,
and only one loaf of bread in the big
tin box. He also knew that he had
made his dinner of two pumpkin pies
and a bottle of raspberry jam. He
also wondered where the good preachers
We're going to land.
Are you all hungry" timidly asked
the boy.
1t was the unanimous sense of the |
meeting that they We're all hungry, So |
what could the little boy do but make a |
fire in the kitchen stove and fill the tea !
kettle?
Brother Van espied a volume of Bun |
vans Pilgrims Progress lying upon
the big center table and he was soon abb
sorbed. Brother Riggin picked up a
copy of the Christian Advocate, and he |
too, was soon in Oblivion. Not so Broth
er Tiff and the boy. They hustled |
around and soon the rooster died. The |
boy dressed the fowl and Brother Tiff /
put the butter in the skillet while the |
boy dissected the fry the best way he I
knew how The boy charged the tea !
pot and set the table. Brother Tiff /
thought The boy might please put
stick of wood in the stove which the
boy did, after which he sliced the re-
loaf of bread. Would sonny
please peel the potatoes? OF course, he
liked to peel potatoes, and he also liked
to slice them and put them in a frying
PAN ~&
supper" shouted Brother Tiff, and
Pilgrims Progress" and the Christian
Advocate fell to the floor with dull
thud Seated around the table the
brothers discussed the chicken and the
other good things while the boy assumed
the duty of tea server.
by the way. Brother Tiff, you are
indeed a good cook, suggested Broth
?: Van.
That's just what I was about to
say" added Brother Riggin.
Brother Iliff looked at the boy but
he others did not notice the glance