Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1916-04-05


work hard to fill mems bellies an kiver
gals legs"
"Humph!' Hiram snorted, with a
contemptuous jerk of his fringed bald
head. II wonder why you never say
a thing that has bit O. common sense
in It,"
II can't talk common sense to an I'M
common man, an that's what you are,
Hiram. II the Lord had made you
fust he'd a made an army O. ordi-
nary men out O. yore spare ribs. But
no jokin', I stopped to talk to you
about Howard. I'm sorry to hear the
boy has concluded to go away. He's
young an quick tempered, an right
now it looks to me like home is the
best place fer Teller like him.
This home ain't!' Hiram waved
his hand in the direction Of the house.
Il raised i'm an educated i'm to see
i'm git too big fer his britches. He
has the cheek to argue with me an dis
pute what's laid down In this book.
He's wisern the Almighty hisse'f, who
gave his word to live by. The young
fool denies it all, tell you, an why
he amt struck dead in his tracks fer
blasphemy don't know"
Maybe he Is more pleasin' to the
Lord than you imagine" Abner sat
down on the end of the wash bench.
and. crossing his long legs, swung his
right foot up and down.
Hiram jerked the Bible from be-
meath his arm, and, raising his foot to
the bench, he opened the book on his
knee. Rapidly he turned the pages, a
fanatical CLEAN in his eyes. I've got
authority for my stand" he cried.
'This book tells me my duty plain
enough. I don't have to go to a puny
man like you, who is even now sayin'
exactly what the devil prompts. Lis
ten close to this an see eff anything
could possibly be palmer. Matthew
x1, 30: For I'm come'-that's our Saw
Tor speakin', remember come to
set man at variance against his IA
ther'- No, that amt it; wait! For
mans foes shall be Of his own house
hold That amt it nuther. Here it
Is, verse 81: He that loveth father or
mother more than me is not worthy
OF me, an he that loveth son'-hear
that-'he that loveth son or daughter
more than me is not worthy of me-"
II ketch yore pint" Abner smiled
slightly, IAN all got to say is that
don't intend to let you nor no other
crusty old duck like you interpret my
scriptur' fer me. Now, I've always
thought that Jesus meant some'n' like
this, for instance: Eff a man had a
son. We'll say. that wanted to 20 into
boss stealin' fer regular business an
invited his pa to help m out, why, the
man was advised to part company
with i'm, eff reform was impossible.
But yore boy hain't done nothin' but
read little on fresh lines an think
fer isself. 1t Is all In the way you
look at 1t, you see. don't want to be
rough, Hiram, but believe eff Jesus
was to come upon US at this minute
he'd tell you that in yore lack o. love
an kindness, both to yore wife an
son, you are whole generation o. vi
pers an hypocrites stuffed in one pair
O. pants. He said. Judge not. that ye
be not Judged an you are judgin'
that's boys heart without seem even
the outside wrappin's O it. Jesus
would say you was tryin' to git a
mote out o the boys eye when you
have beam in yore own as big as
any piece O. timber that ever left a
sawmill.''
Tinsley was white with rage. Clos
ing the Bible, he pushed it back under
his arm. I'm attend to my business
an you attend to your'n," he painted.
The next morning Abner drove to the
| village of barley. He had a bale of
cotton on his wagon. He unloaded
the cotton at the main warehouse,
where he embarrassed his horses and
tethered them to hitching post in a
vacant lot near by. In grocery store
across the street he secured two small
boxes into which he put some oats. At
the same store he borrowed pail and
watered the horses from we'll in the
middle Of the street. After this was
done Abner went into the Johnston
House, built long before the civil war.
Abner sauntered into the hotel Office,
and, approaching the clerks counter In
corner Of the room, he leaned on a
small showcase for cigars. The clerk,
q middle aged man by the name of
Sugart, was sorting some letters and
placing them in the numbered pigeon
holes which held the keys of the va
rious rooms. He lighted a cigar.
"Say, Tom," he went ON, "have you
seen Howard Tinsley around this
mornin'?'
Eyes, he was in at breakfast. He's
staying here regular now. Say, what's
wrong between him and his pa, Mr.
Daniel? Howard doesn't keep back
anything from his friends, and l am
one. He didn't say what it was about
but when he engaged his room here
yesterday he was mad as Tucker. He
intimated that he had been ordered
away from home"
Abner's forehead wrinkled between
his bushy brows. II don't keep track
O. sech things" he said. "Ef thar il
any misunderstanding I reckon it vii
git smoothed out. Old Tinsley mean:
we'll, an so does Howard"
"There wont be any smooth out thi!
t1me," the clerk smiled knowingly
"Howard's had enough on all sides
Hillhouse won't give him any show
here in town, and his father won't GU
home. He's going west to grow VI
with the country. He's got his eye OF