Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-02-26


Brother William the persontication of peace and
judicial fairness. In the absence of church of his
faith he regularly divided his attendance among all
Others represented in the village There four of
them including the United Presbyterian denomination,
and thus the benevolent Quaker was like human calen
dar for that embryo city of Beginning with the
Episcopal and therefore April found him Presbyterian.
The first Sunday in July him entering, for three
months visit the Baptist church. in time for the warm
days and the baptlzng ceremonies IN the t1gd Noda-
wav River that between the hills at the town feet.
October mellow and red, began his attendance on the
United Presbyterian, for which he had sneaking fond
because it refused to have organ and adhered
strictly to the psalms of that master poet David.
THERE came time when Horace Greeley began to
preach the doctrine OF emigration from Atlantic
shores and there several persons who obediently
took his advice and started toward the setting sun
merely because somebody remarked that Westward the
star of Empire takes its way
The original course of many of our railways di-
rected by town bonuses and one of them promised to
way if we put up enough money, and also
threatened to make the very name of Iorinda for
gotten by future mappers if we did not. The gentle
who came in advance were smooth, flowery takers
hired by New Workers, who, afterward learned got
percentage of all contributions.
Brother William, being for progress made the biggest
donation and paid in cash. Tom Brooks, wanting the
town to grow, second, and we all dug down
less under the persuasive eoquence of the advance
empire builders, and buoyed by dreams of how
Tornda would look with red station at which the real
railroad trains sometimes stopped Sam Patch was the
only against it. and we thought him prejudced.
Wewen railway mad and that is for the average
frontier town than plain hydrophobia.
There was much of celebration the day it
announced that the road to pass through Torinda
The blue and the gray fought noby to which could
make the most with anvs and powder there being
no cannon convenient. The blues side of
the huge bonfire in the square, and the gays on the
other. Every time anvil fired its servtors
cheered. Most of thought the grays had little the
best of it, account of having many of Mosbys
Raiders, who certainly had terrifying yell than
any Eastern university now boast But taken alto
gether and considering the hilanty OF the OCCASION it
passed quite orderly and decorous Even Brother
William, who waddled his three hundred pounds round
the outskirts of the fire, admitted this.
BROTHER WILLIAM was an extraordinarily early
- riser. His house what were then the out
skirts of Torinda, and as he came down the trail the
next morning he heard wall from the calaboose
"Let me out of this!' voice roared through the
grating. "Come and unlock this jug, Mr. whatever
your is. How in tarnaon is the stage goin to git
out on time with me shut in here? Open this blankety
blankb blank door! How the bankety blank blank did
git in here's what I'd like to know!'
Brother William paused as if arrested by voice
from the tomb. His round face grew very STERN and he
strobe theoretically round to the got section of
log propped against the wall under the grating and
thus got to where he could look inside Below him he
'behed old Sam Patch with his gray hair rfed in the
act of trying to kick the door down. Over the other
corner a dark figure industrously snored
Brother Sam the Quaker called, chow did thee ever
get in here?'
THAT'S jest what | want to know!" Sam answered.
pausng in his labors. "Nlust have been Tom. Drat
him. lie can't shoe no boss OF mine any more, the go
durn rebel The idea of treatin me this way'
"Who is that in the corner favoring thee with his
company? Brother William asked peering through the
grating.
"That,' said Sam Patch, us what's left of your
Hanky Pank"
Brother William promptly fell off his perch in
ishment, and when he got up divided his time for full
minute between rubbing himself and excaimng, "Bless
my soul! Poor misguided Brother Hanky!"
Then Indignation seemed to supplant sorrow, and he
hurried up the street with much faster walk than usual
mutterng to himself angry anyone knew
him to get. He passed his and to Tom Brooks