The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-01-04

ers and the split In the xociety took
place, no Regular minister lad crossed
the threshold Of seceder's dwelling,
much less attended their sesvices and
walked home with a member of their
congregation. She knew chat this
amazing procedure was Likely 20 mean,
II her parson did not.
Well" she exclaimed wAe~ the re-
cital was finished Welt
lin afraid was too bksty," OBJ
served Mr.. Ellery thoughtf,L,s. "Per-
haps 1t would have been y. ear not to
have done It,"
Perhaps 'twould. Yes. 4: wouldn't
wonder a mite"
1T Will be talked about sesae, sup
pose. Don't you think so"
AT this moment one half Il Trumet
Is talk1p' about 1t and runria' out to
tell the other half guess I'd better
hurry up with this breakfast. We're
goin' to have callers"
strange to say, however, this proph-
ecy OF early morning visitors did not
prove true. Nine O'CLOCK, then ten,
ana no visitor came to thu parsonage.
Mrs. Coffin affirmed that she did not
understand it. Where waa Didama
Where Lavinia Pepper? Hal the "Tru.
met Daily Advertiser" suspended pub
LEGATION?
AT ha,f past ten the gate slammed.
keziah peered from the window
Him nh w cha Oh
comes Elkanah and he's got storm sig
nails SCI, by the looks. He's comm
after you, Mr. Ellery."
VERY WELL" was the calm reply;
"let hin come"
'"All right Say, MIR. Ellery, it's
none OF my business, but wouldn't
say anything about yodr SEEM Grace
home. That's none CT his business,
either, or anybody else's."
The head Of the parish committee
staiked into the study and the door
closed behind him. A rumble of
vo' 'es in animated conversation sue
ce.ded.
Mrs. Coffin went out into the kitchen
and resumed her business Of making
a dried-apple pie.
She was looking down below the
door, which opened outward and was
swung partly back on its hinges. From
under the door projected a boot,
mans boot and one of ample size.
Keziah's cheeks, already red from
the heat Of the stove, Redeemed still
more. Her lips twitched and her eyes
sparkled.
HUM" she said. They say you
can tell the Old Scratch by his foot
prints, even if you can't smell the
sulphur. Anyhow, you can tell Ham
mond by the size of his boots. Come
out from behind that door this min
ute. Amt you ashamed of yourself?"
The owner of the boot stepped forth
from behind the door and seized her
by both hands.
"Halloo, Keziah!" he cried joyfully.
my, but it's good to see you"
"Halloo, Natl" said Keziah heartily.
tits kind Of good to see you, too"
The rest Of him was in keeping
with his boots. He was big and broad.
shouldered and bearded. His face,
above the beard, was tanned to a deep
reddish brown, and the corners of his
eyes were marked with dozens of tiny
wrinkles. He was dressed in blue
cloth and wore wide-brimmed, soft
felt hat. He entered the kitchen and
tossed the hat into a corner.
Welt" he exclaimed. why don't
you act surprised to see Teller? Here
I've been cruisin' from the Horn to
Barnegat and back again, and you act
as If I'd just dropped in to fetch the
cup of molasses borrowed yesterday.
What do you mean by it?"
"Oh, heard you'd made port"
Did, hey? That's Trumet, sur,
pop. You amt the only one.
sneaked of acrost lots SOS to Dodge
the gang Of neighbors that l knew
would be sailin' into our yard. the