Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1917-03-29

loyal friend, he was not Of the emo
uonal type, and 10, when Maxwell
seated himself comfortably and had
lighted his briar pipe. Danny started
down the road at vigorous pace,
grinning broadly at Maxwell's attire
as he remarked:
$50 you're really going to work like
the rest Of US, reckon"
Right you are. Danny-four days
a week anyhow. Don't look like the
real thing?"
Sure you do; only you better not
shave every day, and you'll have to
get your hands dirty before you can
fool anybody, and maybe your face'll
give you away even then. Be you COM
Portable in them clothes?"
Sure thing; I'm never so content
ed as am in working clothes"
"That's right. You're the stuff. But
how about the proper old maids in the
parish who ogle and dance around you,
they won't cotton to your clothes q
little bit. They'll think you're degrad.
in of yourself and disgracin' of the
parish. Here you be ridin' on a stone
wagon, and you don't look bit bet
ter than me, II l do say it."
I'm afraid they'll have to survive
the shock some how or other; a man
has to dress according to his work"
Him! Now there's that there Mrs.
Roscoe Jones and Miss Bascom; I'll
bet If they saw you in that rig they'd
throw a fit"
ooh no; it isn't as bad as that, Dan
n.y."
They'd think you'd been disgraced
for life, to become a laborin' man, you
Let.'
"a what?"
"a laborin' man."
"Then you think that parson does
MT labor?"
"Well, always thought that bein'
a parson was a dead easy Job, and
nice clean job too.'
Danny" Maxwell inquired after a
momentary silence, don't you sur.
as well as with his muscles? And
sometimes parson labors with his
heart, and that is the hardest kind of
work man ever does. The man who
is most of laboring man is the man
who labors with every power and fac
ulty he possesses"
well, now, 1 guess that may be
right, If you look at it that way"
"Yes; you speak of a laboring man.
and you mean man who uses his
and let's his brain and his feel.
ings die to starvation. To try to help
some one you're fond of. who is 90.
ing to the bad, is the most nerve rack
ing and exhausting work which any
man can possibly do.'
Him! you always was a dunn queer
parson, more like the rest of US soms-
how. And you don't hold that you're
disgracin' your profession ridin' will.
me, and shovelin' gravel?"
II don't seem to be worrying much
about it do I?'
NO" he agreed-and added, "and
I'm dunn sure l would like a day of.
now and then from preachin' and call
in on old maids. if was you. But
there's time l might be willin' for to
let you take my work for yours"
"Now see here, if you'll do my work
for week I'll do yours"
well, what'd have to do? l amt
maxim any contract without specifi-
cations"
well, suppose we say you do my
work Saturday and Sunday. That
means you finish up two sermons,
which must be original and interest.
ing when you are preaching to the
same set Of people about hundred
and fifty times year. Then you must
go and see woman who is always
complaining, and listen to her woes
for three quarters of an hour. Then
you must go and see what you can do
for Tom Bradshaw, who is dying of
Then you must conduct
a choir rehearsal-not always the
highest qualification of a musical ear
you must conduct four SER
vices and try to rouse handful of
people, who stare at you from the
back pews, to some higher ideals of
life and common decency, Then"
"Oh, heavens. man! Sure, snd that's
enough; l stick to the stone wagon
every time"
You'd be fool II you didn't" re.
piled Maxwell straightly. "Then again
you get your pay promptly every Sat
urday night. l never know when I'm
Loing to get mine"
"You don't? Begad, and I wouldn't
work for anybody II wasn't paid
prompt. I'd sue the Bishop or the
Pope OF somebody"
Parsons don't sue: It's considered
improper"
"Well. well.' muttered the aston.
ished Danny. "Be you sure you can
: shovel stone then?" he asked.
Maxwell unbuttoned his wristband,
rolled up his sleeve. "If l can't I'll
know the reason Why" he remarked