The Washington herald., 1913-10-20

to look modest.
You never find fault with me, ana
you are as patient as Job was when he
had his ninety-seven biles."
The deacon reached for another potato.
i've been ailin' half the time since
We was married. but never once have
you stood by my BEDSIDE and wished !
vas dead and out Of the way for good"
The deacon was going to reply in the
negative, and thus agree with her, but
thought better Of II and drank q gulp OF
tea from his saucer.
You hain't been deacon of a church
for the past ten years." continued Mrs.
Dolby, because they bounced you out
Tor saying you didn't believe the devil
had horns and hoofs like a bull, but you
have been q good man and q shining ex-
ample Just the same"
Some husbands might have blushed,
even though family, under such praise,
but the only thing the deacon did was to
hand out his cup for more tea, at the
same time glancing at the clock over her
shoulder.
And I am proud Of you. and / love
you, and / hope we shall live together
many long years yet" concluded Mrs.
Dolby as she wiped a tear from her left
eye with corner OF the tablecloth.
Il guess" said the deacon as he rose
up-"i guess I'll drop down to the post
"Yes?"
And I might as well bring back a piece
OF mutton taller. It's coming time TO
grease my boots"
He left the house with Mrs. Dolby sing
ing a hymn as she cleared of the table,
and he looked and felt solemn as he
made his way down the street. Mrs.
Dolby was too good. She had one of
those spells now and then, and when
ever they occurred the result was a
roasting for him within a few hours
There was no mail at the postofice.
The butcher was just out OF mutton tai
low, but would have some in a week or
two. He was awfuIly sorry, for he knew
how disappointed a man was when he
had planned to grease his boots and
found no tallow at hand, but SO many
COWS had sore backs, and so many farm
ers were greasing their boots, that the
stock OF mutton tallow had slyly slipped
away.
Deacon Dolby met Deacon Wheeler in
front Of the drug store. When they had
said hello to each other, Deacon Wheeler
asked:
well. how does the devil get along?"
He isn't bothered any with horns and
koofs," was the reply.
You still contend that he hasn't got
emf"
''of course I do
Sad case, deacon-sad case. II
wouldn't do you a mite OF harm to be-
lieve with the rest OF US that the devil
las horns and hoofs."
And 1t wouldn't do you any harm to
believe that your old brindIed COW has
wings! See here, Deacon Wheeler, did
cny one ever see the devil?"
Course not"
Then how can they tell about the
horns and hoofs?'
'Um"
"The devil don't skeer people into COM
ing his way: he coaxes and catoles-
wouldn't a dress suit be more appropri-
ate than horns and hoofs?"
rs 1t any wonder" said Deacon Wheel
er, as he threw up his hands in horror,
that some fiend in human form has cut
on the tails OF eight different COWS in this
town within a year!''
Sure, the devil didnAtclaw or hook
them off?" queried Deacon Dolby, as he
passed on toward home.
He was busy thinking OF the devil and
other things, among them why 1t was
that no artist ever pictured a man as an
angel in heaven, when he arrived at the
house and opened the kitchen door. There
was only a dim light from the lamp, and
everything was very quiet. 1t was only