The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1909-08-10
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of persons. He wouldn't have stopped
then for the President Of the United
| straight on his course he headed like
the break uncontrolled. brushed against
The long, thin legs Of the Reverend D:
with such violence as to break his
spectacles. thus preventing him from
even seeing his own finish.
The ID. d. (not the damn dog, but
the parson) picked himself up slowly
and with as much dignity as he could
muster under the circumstances brush
ed the dust on his coat and turned to
who had witnessed his discontinue
from the front veranda. and had walked
down to meet him and lend any assist
GOOD sbsnin. pahson, yo' appeals
Eph:
still frustrated and at loss for words.
Oats all right. bruddeh. OATS all
right, you seems to be opihjured, so cum
right In to dinnah-de ole lady hab
nxed up little In honah OBJ de occa-
The preacher, somewhat pacifed at
the prospect of good dinner. brushed
~asSsa S Fl sss s aui hand aa q.
| justed his tie. lifted his shoulders to
his pulpit dignity permitted himself to
i
All through the meal. however. he
he was thinking, thinking hard. And
what puzzled him m was the az fact that Nr ne
DoGi
surely such thing was impossible.
| Yet how could he. mistake his own
eyes. Something had hurled itself up
on him with the force OF catapult.
| and as he glanced into the face Of the
| beast 1t was green, yes as green as
He feared to speak of 1t to Eph. for
there not being any such. thing as
green dog. Eph would think him drunk
and laugh at him. 49,.
parson sat awhile on the front porch
with the family. but was SO uneofnmu-
NEGATIVE that the silence grew painful.
Er oa Of iiness the lsnRy ministss
| took his departure with many thanks
for the hospitality Of his host
strolling down the front walk ne
| from his little baleful eyes for some
sign of the unusual object that had so
disturbed his peace Of mind but no
Maybe after all it was Imagination.
but who ever heard Of imagination
| pounding the breath out OF one ana
and smashing ones speotacles?
roses and green chrysanthemunis Il un-
derstand they are colored by injecting
a green liquid into the young roots.
through chemical d process but as y ros
never saw one in your life, did your
| No? Not unless you were drunken
| than ever was In my life.
And when II comes to a sober. SOL
| emn and respectable eolored minister
OF the gospel seeing green dogs. when
there aren't any-well, you may know
| how ne felt.
Going home the bewildered parson
| flung himself down upon his couch to
| sleep and forget it.
Along towards shutdown on awaken-
| ing he remembmered that he had an
engagement to take supper with the
| Widow Brown, one Of mis- richest par
| ishioners, a comedy yellow woman OF
seen , Very sttentivs for the past six
weeks.
SO making q few preparations. that
he might appear his best, ten minutes
| before the appointed time saw him
sauntering leisurely In the direction
| of the widows neat little cabin. with
the honeysuckles half hiding the front
| porch.
Green Dogs or not, he would keep
| his engagement. b..
He whistled familiar hymn as he
step ese Where uns tss psrfum aa OF the honey
| suckles seemed to throw out their fra
GRANGE to greet him.
The full moon was just rising ana
| 1t was a perfect June night. From FAR
| across the cotton patch came the mel
ancholy notes of the whippoorwili as
he called to his mate.
At intervals there could be heard the
sweet, low warbling of the mocking
| bird.
It was a perfect night for loves
| young dream to assert itself. and the
| D. D., being of a poetical temperament,
felt all the beauty Of nature permeate
his soul.
| perfect serenity of II ali-that awful
| lnrked q
| shadow upon his trail.
| AS in answer to his knock. the little
yellow widow in q neat alpaca dress
and immaculate apron came to greet
The parson smlled--as he shifted the
odor of fresh fried chicken and apple
| in green pastures--bsside still waters"
away from the sight OF Green Dogs"
he sighed.
| savory supper and he lost no time in
complying with the request.
casions he had ever spent; at least that
was what he told the widow.
You is sho' a fine cook. Mrs. Brown.
Dis food am fit TO a king"
"Thank YOU pahson." chuckled the
widow, smiling her pleasure at the
"such meals as dis would stimulate
q man to preach bettah sermons TO de
uplift OBJ humanity"
| Ol, pdnSoIi, you ahi AaNts " ~ 49,
| compliments. All knows All don't de-
serve II all"
Yes you does, sistah, yes you does.
After supper they walked out into
| the yard and sat down In the hammock
in the shadow of the magnolia trees
to listen to the mocking bird who was
pouring his whole soul into mood or
liquid melody.
The moon shone down into the yard
making 1t as bright as day:
The widow somehow felt that pro
posal was coming tonight and had pre-
pared the meal and the hammock and
may have even consulted the almanac
| in regard to the moon. who knows!
| widows are shrewd creatures. whether
white or black or what color. Widows
are widows the world over:
The parson was perfectly happy. He
clasped one ginger bread coiored nano
The widow did not withdraw It. The
parson grew holder. He slipped one
arm around her ample waist. There
was no resistance. The waist line Is
often the line Of least resistance" as
all lovers know.
Her head dropped upon his shoulder.
He leaned over to ask her the one
question that would make her his wife
when
The Green Dog appeared upon the
scene. Yes. there he stood; the ident-
zeal beast that had knocked the rev.
erend off his feet in the forenoon-even
in the moonlight the parson could tell
that the beast was Ereen-there was
no installing that lop sided tilt to the
left ear-those long. lanky legs-hor-
rors-- what could the parson doT
what nne is OT Worse was spirit dog. It was
critical noOant-hA could not run