The evening times., 1901-11-23
By BRANDON DOUGLAS

We had taken an early Sunday morn
ing train out of Chattanooga, Tenn. TO
go to our next ''stand"-at MoRtgom-
cry. Ala. if 1 remember rishtly-and I
was sitting looking 1fstlessly out of the
window at the soft spring haze that
veiled the hills. The train stopped ev-
cry few minutes, it seemed to me, to
let off or take on a few slow moving
white and coIored people. The latter
always seemed to have a small colony
of their own to greet them, or say good
by. They exchanged a most promiscu-
Gus and extensive amount of kisses,
and each embrace was the signal for
peals of that inde&cribable negro laugh
ter
reused myself just sufficiently to
ask another member of our company
if it vas Lookout Mountain in whose
shadow we We're travelling. and upon
her replying, in still more sleepy tones,
that she didn't know" a soft, deIibeT-
ate voice from the seat opposite said.
Yes, ma m, that is it; 1t was along
there that General Hooker took his
army pointing to somewhere in the
mass Of blue.
I turned TO say Thank you, in the
tone one uses to unknown men who
vouchsafe information, but I was met
by such soft. innocent eyes, belonging
to such a small, slight young man, that
answered in the same simple tone as
his, rs it so? How very beautiful it
all isl"
This brought forth a torrent of en-
thUsiastic phrases, spoken with the
most delicate precision. Meanwhile I
noticed how very threadbaTe, well
brushed. and Sunday the speakers
clothes looked, how very white were
the hands that neld a little. Tnuch-worn
Bible, how very clean his linen, and
how sweet the boyish smile There was
something pathetic about him, yet he
fairly beamed with JOY. I wished two
things-that he might not see any more
OF the world than he had seen, and that
our company would not talk so loud. I
was IaziIy wondering what his calling
might be, when I glanced at q book
that lay in my lap, and smiled TO note
that It was Barrie-s Little Minister
There were very few people in the
car, beside the company, so we talked
across the aisle. quite frankly. about
the scenery and about the South At
ter while he came over and sat down
beside me. just as child might have
done. With that delicious Southern
twist Of the tongue. added to a quaint
little ministerial turn to his sentences.
he told me many things that just tenn
ed v-Ith local color He spoke OF the
whisky stills run in defiance Of the law
all over the mountains. I had heard Of
them. Of course, but the stories always
seemed too romantic To be true. but he
could vouch for the truth of one such
incident. at least One day. while rid
ing through the mountains. he had
come upon a trail, and idly letting his
horse follow 1t, he himself thinking OF
Gods wonderful works he had come
upon q little clearing. in the centre Of
which stood a rough cabin Half
dozen almost naked children played
about The door, at which stood a man
and a woman. to whom he spoke. They
answered IN quite uniuteIIigfbIe way.
yet ne could tell that it was not a for
eign tongue He soon left them. fear
ing the man might attack him, his
looks were so fierce and suspicious
Not long after they were raided for
running an Illicit distiTery. and the
man was shot while resisting the reve-
nue. officers
Z tried to go to his wife and chill
dren.'' the little minister added, but
never succeeded in finding my way
there again
The conversation died down for
while, and then he spoke again
You are from the North. are you
rot? Travelling for pleasure2-
oh, no, I am on my way to Mont |
gomery; We played in Chattanooga last
night He looked puzzled And |
zou?n
Z am going to Marion. TO preach my
first sermon I am il hopes that it may
result in a call to the pastorate there
a wistfuI look came into his eyes 1T |
is a very little place, but my wife