The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1907-04-11

in progress three weeks. with vary |
ing success. The young minister who
had recently taken charge pronounc- |
ed 1t a fruitful field; but some OF
the elders shook their heads, as
they had had more experience in the |
Lords vineyard than he.
Ezra Grubbs was one of the oldest
citizens of the village. He was long.
lank, and had a face that resembled
parchment in color, while from un-
der his chin peeped whitish beard.
which he seldom trimmed. He had
buried his first wife some years be-
fore, and afterward seemed to avoid
designing widows and old maids,
keeping pretty close to his little tink-
ering shop just back of the rambling
main street. His brief sojourn in
the vineyard of the Lord had ended
with the runaway mentioned by Mrs.
Hinton, which occurred in this wise:
Old Ezra mad borrowed a team
from a neighbor for the purpose of
replenishing his woodpile, and while
returning with the jag of wood, most
ly unseemly looking limbs, the horses
became frightened and dashed down
through Blackberry, distributing the
wood at divers stations along the
route.
Rage had full possession OF the old
man, for he had temper which the
soothing influences of the church had
not altogether curbed, and while he
whipsawed he let out some express
sions which simply Mortified the on
lockers. To be plain, he swore like
the army in Flanders and elsewhere,
and when he finally checked the head
long career of the team, and brought
the animals to a standstill, with
nothing lost but his jag of wood and
good deal of his religion, he drove
back and reloaded.
There were those who thought the
old man should be brought before the
council for his language, and disci
plined for they argued that it was
terrible example to the younger
members, any one of whom might
have a runaway at any time. Old
Ezra heard of the movement which
certain designing persons within the
pale of the church had set on foot,
and one evening at prayer meeting he
rose in his seat and offered an ex-
PLANTATION.
He did not excuse himself, after
saying that he was terribly tried on
the occasion of the runaway. He
admitted that he had temper which
broke out at times, and while he
said that perhaps he had used Ian
guage not entirely proper he aston
ished all by saying that he really be
| lieved that the horses began to slow
up when they heard his words This
was little too much for the meet
ing and when Elder Tompkins asked
him if he had anything to say why
he shouldn't be disciplined, he quiet
ly picked up his hat, and said that
they could jest wipe his name from
| the books for the present" This
was solemnly ordered done, and Ezra
| Grubbs was thus relegated to the
"beggarly elements of the world"
A year had passed since these
| events. which had been more than 6
nine days wonder to Blackberry anG
the surrounding community.
Now another revival was at hand
and those who thought they coulC
| discern the inner thoughts of mar
imagined that Ezra Grubbs was in
| the act of returning to his frs
love-" The Widow Stebbins, whose
cow he drove to pasture, the widow
being childless, refused to confirm
or deny these prophecies; but wher
the old man began to attend the meet
ings, very modestly taking bacl
seat, those who thought he had beer
again "smitten" were confirmed IL
their belief.
The last night of the revival saw
the church well filed. All eyes were
turned upon Ezra Grubbs when h,
came in and walked down the marrow
aisle. He looked neither to the righ
nor to the left, but slid quietly int,
seat just in advance of the one oc
cupied the night before.
The services did not warm up unit
after the sermon, when the meeting
became thoroughly revivalistic, ant
"amens" rose from all parts of tn,
house, interspersed with parts o
hymns calculated to stir the blood O
the older members and carry then
back to the days and nights of yore
Suddenly in the midst of it all tn
tall figure of Joshua Grimes towere,
in front of the altar, and he imme
diately launched forth in one of hi
powerful exhortations. He had
voice like a fog-horn, and more thai
one sinner had turned pale within
it's sound.
"Now's the time" cried the old mar
1.-The south wind is blowin' throug
the mulberry trees. The chariot
ready, an the driver is waitin' fer i
load O. sinners. We want the ole
time religion: the religion O. our fs
thers; the kind what cheered Paul an
Silas; the kind what strengthene
| Iohp on the isle a. PatmOs. the saS