The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-12-01
The Triumph
of the Rev.
Mr.. Wi9ran


young uns nowadays" said old Silas Lee
10 old Abel Green "There's no houdin
EN-"
Thee amt that" said Abel. who was
short sind stout. and painted as he hobbled
along the narrow and twisted Bridge street.
which ran with the bend OF the river
through marlborough. There amt that, .
he REPEATED after he had thought the mat
ter over to give emphasis to his opinion.
Not that ] objec's ter young 'uns hevin'
minds % their own. but I teIl'd thee what
'ud cum o hevin' young parsons. An now
its cum. Chapel amt like what it wor
when Peter Watts wor here"
No. 1T amt" said Abel; and then. after
awhile: he repeated: 1T amt that"
In cbuTse he didn't please tn young folk.
but th-n tn young 'uns edn't need ter pay
is sal-ry. 'Twor us who he'd ter find tn
'und'e, an twenty poun' var. an tina
knawss abaat them as pays tn piper,
doesn't THAI"
"Oh, aye, thou'rt reight theer," added
Abel, .etween the painting.
The pavement was very narrow. and he
walked on the cObblestOnes in the roadway.
He was used to exercise. Indeed. he rarely
left hi shop-where he sold pots and pans
and ir:n bedsteads and screWdrivers. fire
irons and toast racks-except on TUESDAYS.
when NE had a stall in the wide market
place for the convenience of the country
people. who came to Trentborough by the
packet. on the river. or drove in great lum-
beringf carriers CARTS which had names
paintes on their sides like ships: MARY
Ann, Perseverance,, - 1.-THE Golden Fly. -
"Will b tn Wisp.' and what not.
On Sundays he went to chapel twice. and
he always said it did him good: he felt
freshe.. Perhaps the fact that Sunday
mOrniI SIS was the occasion on which he mt
on csean white shirt, to be worn confirm
ously through the coming week. had some
thing Ito do with his cheeriness. Once he
ventured to put a clean shirt on a Sat
urday. because he was going to a funeral:
but after Mrs. Green had given him her
Opinios on such waste and pointed out that
II want Christian for him to go round
with the collection plate in a shirt that had
alread! been worn a day, he never Of
fended in a similar manner.
Silas Lee was inclined to be what is
called. "scraggy." and he was taller than
Abel Green. His hair was thin and gray,
and his beard was thin and ragged. He was
a draTer, a nervous, worrying man, gener-
ally dfcontented.
The Dair of deacons trudged along Bridge
streets 1t was dirty street and i'll lit, the
houses high, and some bullying as though
tnclina1 TO tumble into the road beneath
Bug I thinks" said Silas Lee, after a
long pause, 1--WE ought 'er put a stop ter it.
1t ainSt reight as you an me, an them as
works ard. an Joe Banks, an Tredwel
an Jisn Grey's son, who are tn main prop
as 'tvsere, o tn chapel, should put up wi
young, Migrants carryin son. We mi't just
as wal go to tn parish church if we're
gOin' ter hev all this intonin' business fust
psrsor an then tn congregation siagin
things in a way 1 niver heard tell on, an
then .ur til congregation ter dry up so as
III chbir mightnt be spoilt-an then them
hymnt. didst liver hear aught like 'em:
'There Is a Apply Land, Far, Far Away,
that's;the soort O. hymn as 1 like WI plen-
" o. sOul in it, so we can all sing; an
then, swhen we gets worked up like. ter
sing FAST two verses over agen Will tn
collections bein' finished in tn gallery"
That's trew enough" said Abel, In
paren. hesis.
'It'j not as I objec's ter anybody wor-
shipinf their own gait, but-but, why, last
Sundy he act'ly wore a gown thing, q
surpice-like, they calls it. Well, 1 amt
fur one. a-goin' ter stand it, These fal-ials
an si}hIi<e all leads to Popery, an were
not comm ter that-not just yet, any.
ways.
I'm just-just wonderin'," painted Abel
who was doing his best to keep pace with
his friend, 'what-what'n 'appen supposin
he'll rAot-not Civ ovver these things"
he zdra nor Thought for moment seVUaII
I reckon somethin II 'appen like when we
got rid o. Watson. Some on us IL just fur
get te- pay our subscriptions. an then, as
parsons can't live on air no more than
tradesfolks, he'll just look out fur an
other pulpit"
All" sighed the other. that wor a bad
busint IS. Folks did say as we starved him
out"
''Niver mind what folks say. We've got
our duty by tn chapel ter do, an some
thin's got ter be done at chapel meetin
ter-night. 1 was mysen niver great shakes
fur Mr.. Wigram. TIL fust day I sees him
vi his collar on back ards an a choker
wais-eoat, just like a Established curate. ]
knawed fat 'ud soon get l. tn fire.
Il think it wor-wor Mr.. Wightman, out
at tn. Manor" supplemented the dealer in
hardware LndJ Tedlly GRO I'm mere MT.
Wightman he'd a long purse, an, in course,
it's we'll ter humor them kind o. folks
In tcourse; but Mr.. Wightmans dead
nOw."i
Aye, but-but there's Miss Wightman.
an'-ah' she's been cOntributin' 'andsome.' "
That lass wi her Lunnon frOcks an her
LunnCn hats an her Lunncn airs-she's
niver bought nOw't at my shop, not even
a ribbin-ain't much good"
But my wife says as how she's noticed
summat," remarked Abel, giving twist to
his thick neck and looking up at the face
of his friend by the light of hickering gas
lamp.
Noticed summat, hes she?"
'Aya, so she says, an l thinks she ibaat
reight. It's said as how Mr.. Wigram' S
hangin' is at up in Miss Wightmans ALL
OH exclaimed Silas Lee. Il shouldn't
wunder at now't he does. It's 'er money
'es after
The other wagged his head complacently.
"Oh. well. 1 dessay he knows which side
is breads buttered on. TIL owd man left
'er ivcrythin'. and, 1 hev card tell as how
it's not much less an a thOusan year
In course. there's no sayin that she'll hev
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