The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1905-04-07

lieye you could preach yore sermons
sech as they are-in Pole Bakers yeers
till Gabriel blowed his lungs out, an
FoIe ID still be mooushinin'. An some
times / think that sech fellers as Alan
Bishop ort to be pad fer what they do
in betterin' the world. don't see why
YOU fellers ort alva avs to be allowed to
rake In the jack pot unless you'd ac-
,omplish more'n outsiders that jest turn
Their hands to the job at odd times"
Dole drew himself up straight and
glared at the offender.
II think that is rather personal re-
mark. Brother Daniel" he said celdly.
"Well. maybe 1t is" returned Abner;
"but disn't mean fer it to be. I've
heerd you praise up certain preachers
fer the good they was a-doin', an |
saw ro harm in mentionin' Alan's
methcd. reckon It's Jest case o
the shoe bein' on another foot was
goin' to tell you how this misfortune
O. Airs had affected Pole. He's been
like crazy man ever since 1t hap
pened. It's been all Alan could do to
keep i'm from goin' to Atlanta an
chokin' the life out O. Perkins. Pole
got SO mad when he wouldn't let i'm
60 that he went of cussin' i'm fer all
he was worth. wonder what sort
of a denomination a man I'D fit into
that II cuss his best friends black an
blue beca'se they won't let i'm fight
fer 'em. Yes. he'll fight. an eff be
ever does jne the ranks above he'll
do the work O. ten men when thar's
blood to SPILL seed i'm In row
once durin' election when he was
leggin' fer a friend o. his'n. He
stood right at the polls an wanted to
slug every man that voted agin i'm.
He knocked three mems teeth down
tne'r throats an bunged up two more
SO that they looked like they had on
false faces"
Here the preacher permitted himself
to laugh. Being fighting man him.
self, his heart warmed toward man
who seemed to be born to that sort OF
thing.
"IIe looks like he could do sight OF
it." was his comment.
At this juncture the subject of the
/ conversation came round the house,
carrying big piece Of bacon wrapped
in tow grain bag.
Say thar. Pole" Abner called out to
the long, lank fellow. I'VE are a-goin
to have preachin' at Rock Crest to
morrow. You'd better have a shiri
washed an hung out to dry. They ars
a-beatin' the bushes fer yore sort"
Pole Baker paused ami brushed bach
his long, thick hair from his heavy
eyebrows.
1--WE been a-waitin' to see eff meetin
ever ID do you any good. Uncle Abb
he laughed. They tell ME the mor'
you go the wuss you git to be. Mel
Fillmore said t'other day eff you didn'
quit shootin' off yore mouth they's
give you a trial in meetin'"
Abner laughed good naturally as b.
spat over the edge of the veranda Zoo
to the graund. 49,
he said, but they don't mean it. The
all know how TO take my tuh. Du
you come on to meetin'. 1t viii do 20
good"
well. maybe will" promised POLE
And he came to the steps, and, put
! ting his bacon down, he bent towar
|, them.
tits powerful hard matter to kno'
exactly what's right an what's wron
In some things" he said. Now, look
: heer." Thrusting his hand down mi
the pocket OF bis trousers. he drew o.
! piece of quartz rock, with lump
! yellow gold about the size Of a pea ha
!, Embedded In 1t. s'That thar's puoi
gold. got It this away: A Teller th'
! used to be my right bower In my ST.
!. business left me when ] swore or a
went over to Dalcpega to work In. the