The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-11-07
The Lady or
the Gospel ~
BY GEORGE BEARDSLEY.
Copyrighted by Daily Story Pub. Coz

bet | could. And III bet
never saw another girl in all my life
that really could love, though I've
thought I've have many time
1t was Silver T. Sly, the young
gambler bachelor editor of the Platte
Vile News, who silently formulated
the foregoing propositions. lie sal
i'm church, in the back row. The girl,
with a blue ribbon tied eXquisitely
round her throat, was at the little or
gan playing coward, Christian Sol
dicrs."
"Thcsc meetings." said the fat
preacher, will continue for two
weeks, God willing, and we have great
hopes that many Of you who have
come tonight as strangers and our
quests will be moved TO come again
and again, and that before the end OF
the series you will come as one with
us. We hope this crystalline Febru-
airy weather will continue, that we
may make hay for the Lord and His
Gospel, that the spirit OF the com
munity may experience II new birth,
and that righteousness may run down
our streets. We viii sing Onward,
Christian Soldiers and those who do
not care 70 remain for the after scrv-
ioe may pass out during the singing"
The little editor fingered, his eyes
upon the organist, until the final
verse. Then he heard his name whis-
nnrc1 from behind.
"Sly, come along TO Ep's."
II was Doc Gray's voice, and the
editor slipped out of the pew and
joined his pals.
"What'd you think of the preach
er. Sliver?" asked one, The new ed
itor was 80 short and slight that tn"
bows had transpOsed two letters in
his name and dubbed him Silver.
"The prcachcr?" echoed the editor,
abscntly Truth TO tell, he had not
| followed two consecutive sentences
Of the exhortatiOn. He made an
cquivocal answer:
Must have been good" said he;
seemed awfully short"
short! Why, we thought he'd de
ciGed to preach the week out at a
sittn'. It's one o'clock"
Silver Sly was desperate TO find out
| Jyhc name OF the little organist and
all about her. But he thought not
for an instant Of asking that crowd.
He felt an impulse To slip away from
them, and started of, declaring he
| had some writing TO do. They knew
| that was improbable; he had never
before hesitatcd To join their Sunday
game in the three weeks since he
came 20 Plattc,ile.
whats the matter with you,
Sliver?" cried one, impatiently.
"Don't pike on the procession, old
man" said Doe, the editors best
| friend.
Sly reluctantly yielded. All that
glorious afternoon and nearly all
that moonlight night the five young
| fellows sat round the table at
Epanctries, with hats drawn down
| over tense, inscrutable faces. playing
| poker.
Monday evening they all went 10
the revival meeting again. Don't inn
| apine they went 20 SCOT; they went
! quietly and respectfully, TO hc enter
| tanned The hymn singing, the light
| aud warmth, the fnccs. interested
them as much ns they did the deacon
and the Sunday school supcrintcnd-
ent.
| 90 p Il
| filed into a pew near the door heyy
OF young women passed mp the nitlc,
aud one of them wore blue ribbon
at her throat.
"Bcss looks sweet MS ever" said
one 81 the fellows.
Sly. the editor, heard, and drew a
quick breath. lie had heard "Bcss
Swing" spoken Of from time 60 time,
just IA he had heard Of half dozen
other girls. But he only knew one
or two Of them by sight, lie regard
ed himself rather blasc on the girl
subject. and had not been able 10
take any interest in the Platteyiile
rose buds, who all seemed quite too
young for him. This evening, when
~ heard that remark: "Bess looks
sweet as ever" something told him
il was the orsanist who was referred
TO. For she IN the only sweet girl
in the bunch" he reflected. But
Bessl" lie grit his teeth. II could
smother whoever fastened that name
on her. Elizabeth would be far
enough off-she must have middle
name that Ats brtlers