Connecticut western news., 1909-03-25
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l pews. She offered 10 stand half the expense of providing them. Deacon l Hastings was consulted. He had con- tributed half the lumber to build the church and the two stoves that heated 1t, and he was the boss. He said he wanted no changes Aunt Sally said she'd get even.
 Just what Aunt Sally meant by her half threat soon developed. She caElc to church lugging a big feather pillow under her arm, and the pillow was used in her pew for a cushion. She had come in late, and the sight of her walking up the aisle with the piilow was novelty. It was more; it w&: scandalous-that is. Deacon Hastings so considered it. and he opened hi | batteries as soon as the bencdictiC. was pronounced. Never in all his liz. had he heard of such a thing, and | hcred for the gCcd of the cause and the morals of society Clc pillow would b2 left at home thereafter.
 Look a-hcre. deacon" answered Aunt Sally, ''I was watching you all through the sermon, and you va 1 hitching around on the hard seat like boy on tacks. You may continue to 1 hitch if you want to, but shan't This l pillar will come with me every Sunday until we have pew cushions. don't believe the Lord Is going to punish any one for wanting to be comfortable l in church."
 But our forefathers stood up to worship" argued the deacon. I ' more religion in their legs than fin their souls. If you don't want me to come to meeting you can say so. but if I come the pillar comes along" The deacon said 1t was a rank case ! of heresy. and he would have put her out if he could have secured any sup port. All others advised him to let the matter go, and for three months Aunt Sally and her pillow were features of l the morning service. But she wasn't ] satisfied with her victory. Summer was coming on, and the flies were com ing about, and she boldly broached the subject of protecting the church with screen doors and windows.
 And make a complete surrender to l Satanr' shouted the good old deacon i dS ue grew Eeu III the IuCe.
 Don't you try to keep flies out of your house?" she asked
 But my house is not a church. If the Lord wills it that flies shall enter this sanctuary 1t is not for us to keep them out"
 'I saw you batting at one that want ed to light on your nose last Sunday"
 '"Then I shall ask forgiveness for it. Sister Bently, you have almost disor- ganized this church with your feather pillows and other ideas, and you must go no further. We were years in driv- ing Satan and his temptations out, and now they must stay out"
 "T'll pay half on the screens" she persisted.
 You would probably pay half to have a fiddle introduced here to help out the singing, but that will never be. If had to open. a screen door to get into this church I never could feel right in my conscience thereafter"
 Aunt Sally went home to do some thinking. She hadn't far to go. and the barn on her place was still nearer. The flies had really become a hui sance, and. though fans were permit ted, the deacon had a scowl for those l who waved them too vigorously. And. besides, 1t is a trick to fan the back of ones neck and keep bluebottle fly at a distance. She felt that she must adopt some heroic measure to call at tention to the nuisance, and after three or four days the idea came to her. She had half an acre of ground around her house, and she decided that a couple of hives of bees would give the place a more homelike look. She therefore engaged a man with n team to go forth among the farmers and make purchase.
 Just whether the good woman timed the man to get back on Satur- day night will never be known, but 1t did come out that she advised him to leave his wagon and the hives in the alley near the church over Sunday. And. suspiciously enough, some folks thought she did not attend church on Sunday. It rained Saturday, and her rheumatism was worse.
 Sunday morning brought hot weath- CT. There was the usual congregation, and doors and windows Stood open, and the flies frolicked. By no possi- bility could Aunt Sally have known that a certain boy would, come loafing along that street at Il o'clock on his way to the river. Neither could she have told that he would halt on see ing the hives and the bees flying around and after two or three min utes pick up three or four rocks and send them againlt the hivA with smash. Of course the bees resented 1t. They weren't taking any sass off tow headed boy The trouble, how ever. was that the boy put on rapid transit and got away. In hunting around for his trail the bees found the open doors and windows of the church, and they reasoned that one kind of meat was as good as another for them, and they entered. Three minutes later the congregation was going out. They went out the handiest