The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-07-04

come ter offer themselves. Bet we never
/ rightly understood what war meant till
/ one day I heeTed at tn DOst1fffce tibet
| thar were talk of churclin' me an Mar
| thy fer harborin' er bad woman i'm our
| house.
well, sir, mer dander riz at that I
had tn witness of mer speret ter light
in an fan out tn whole crowd. bet /
come on home an lay fer 'em Whlr 1
knOwed I could get tn Under holt Tn
next Sunday I were at church settin
in tn amen corner ez usual Bet 1 low
thar want no gospel look on meT face.
, Anyhow, tn folks Ground were keerfuI
| to speak perlite arfter meetin'i
" Air yO' wantin' ter know how Mary
Frances is, Miss Jeeter? sez ter Tom
Jeeter's meddlesOme wife when she asst
erbOut Marthy.
'Marlhy. sez l. cOntinuin, air mid
din, bet Mary Frances air mighty
porely. She hain't able ter see company
yit; so yO' needn't come over till we git
her peeTtened up
"She glanced at me fit ter kill, bet I
know whar ter hit them old gals tibet
hev more contrary virtues an they have
kind charity. YO' want ter ketch 'em
/ by tn fOTelOck, so ter speak, an not
/ give 'em er chance ter shO' off.
Still we mOut as well been Quaran-
/ tined. an hit went on thet way TIL time
/ fer tn next experience meetin' at
church. I made eT pint Of bein' on hand,
/ fer L aimed ter give in n experience
/ tibet would scarify them Scribes and
/ Pharisees. An I be blamed eff / didn I
/ do hit! I hain't no hand ter ag-
| gervate tn Lord with astin. bet I let
| out an prayed one prayer afOre 1 went
/ inter tn meetin' house thet night. 1
/ want arfter no regular call ter preach,
I jest asst for one short gift of words
/ suited ter tn occasion. An ef do say
/ hit ez l shouldn't. tn Lord heered mer
/ prayer. He spilled me abundant with
/ tn wrath of heaven. so 'twa'n't no soft
| soap gospel 1 gin 'em.
"Fust one then tOther riz up ter tell
/ how they'd been gittin on in tn sper-
| etual life; an ter hear EN-, yo'd hev
/ thought they were jest spilin' fer glory.
/ Old Miss Jeeter shouted somel Par
theny wet clean through her mournin'
veil with her tears, an two er three
/ deacons stepped round shakin' hands
/ tn hallelujah way church Christians
| hev.
4 set thar watchin' EN- carry on till
/ they sarter settled. then I spit out mer
I quid O. terbaccer an prepared fer biz
! ness.
'Bretheren an sisteren,' SCI I, gettin'
up an lOOkin' 'em hard in tn face, 7
hev heered yo'r experiences with intrust
an I'm Obleeged ter confess tibet 1
hain't so fer er long in grace. I hain't
moved by mer speret ter shout like Sis
ter Jeeter, an afore I gin mer hand ter
them holy deacOns over thar. some
things hev got ter change. Still tn
Lord hev blessed me erbOve mer deserts.
He heV ans'ered mer long, long PRAYER.
an sent tn little gal back home ter me
an Marthy. An I'd rUther hev her
/ back ZEN ter be sanctified merself. She
hain't tn same She hev passed through
tn fiery furnace, bet I'm here q purrcse
ter tell yo' I'd risk her chances fer
glory quiCker'n / would airy one of
yo'r'nH Er dangerous stiffness follered
them remarks; bet I had tn bit in mer
teeth tibet Tina an I'd hev fit tn devil
eff he'd crOst me.
Now, SEE l, stepping out in tn
aisle, word hev come ter us thet yo'
aim ter church me an Marthy fer tax
in Mary Frances in. Std of thet I'm
here ter try yo, An I don't aim ter
mince matters none. I hev lived in this
valley er long time 1 hev knOwed tn
doWn-settin's an up-Tizin's of nearly
eVry man an woman in this house ter
night since they were horned. I recoI-
lect thet gal tibet had ter marry in sech
er hurry SEE I, castin' mer eve at Molly
Jeeter, an turnin' tOard Partheny I
continued, I hain't forgot tn one thet
shamed herself Tunnin' after a common
peddlarman thet wouldn't look at her.
1 remembers ev'ry one of them holy
deac0ns sence they were devilish bows.
L nalnt calm no names. bet / know
which one took his mOrtgaged mule over
Ter south Callny an sold hit. 7 mind
tn one I seen sparkin' one night in
Blue Ridge, an tn one I hev hauled
nome drunk from thar mOre'n onct since
he jined this church An Won all bar
me witness I hain't never norated them
martial dOin's of yO'r'u. bet from now
on tn folks in this settlement tibet live
in glass houses can't fling stones at
Mary Frances I gin the women in this
congregation tell next Sunday ter call
on her an Marthy.
They won't hev no better sense an
ter be glad ter see yo'. Bet eff yo' don't
come, eff ever Mary Frances gifts so
much ez or down look from one Of vo'
I'll SOW this valley down agin with TN
tars of yo'r youth. I'll git Outen this
church an I'll bring hit down on YOUR
heads with tn reckOrd Of yO' frailties,'
They were settin' mighty quiet by then.
mister. fer I were well acquainted with
their doin's
I hain't pertendin' ter no sort Of
high experience sez I. concludin'. but
tn Lord laid his whip on some Pbarf-
sees oncst an hit done er sight Of good
I'm jest fOlleTin' his example accordinF
ter mer HEhts'-with thet I walked ont
ahead of tn benediction.
Wei. sir. so many folks come next
day our house were ike er fair. am 7
could see tn band of shame dram from
Mary Frances brows ez them women
belt her hand an asst ef she were git
tin better, an teilin' how they wanted
ter come sooner. bet Pappy lowed she
want able ter see company. an so on
tibet night I were settin' outside. ez
usual, with mer pipe, when Mary