The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-10-19

"If you wasn't one of these here
damned sissy parsons I'd use you for
a mop!''
Don't, mind me! Heaven knows
you need a mop around here"
You git outa here fore I soak you
>one!"
Soak is. the word that best fits
your business and what I want to
know is are you going to stop willing
ly or do / have to stop your"
With a roar the burly postmaster
was over the counter and menacing
the smaller but sturdy clergyman, who
did not stir.
We'll" said T. B. as the other hesi-
tated, at a foss before this man who
would not run nor cringe before his
threatening bulk. when do I get
soaked?"
"Yuh lynn hypocrite, yuh, I'll have
the law on yuh for SANDER! If yuh
was a man stead of a parson-"
"Oh, shut up! You don't fight be-
cause you're yellow! know your
kind. You think you're bad, but you're
only spoiled. Spoiled by the cowardice
Of men who think that a hulking body
means a big man inside, Now that
they see what skulking yellow dog
you are Il won't be so, hard to get the
necessary evidence to bring you to
court, and once in court there's no
telling what a good cross-examina-
ton might dig out Of your past"
A suppressed smoker gradually
grew into a loud guffaw as the feeble
willed loungers realized the complete
ness of their former tyrant's discom-
future who now turned on them with a
furious outburst of threats. but it was
the feeble snarling of a toothless dog
Can the rough stuff, Tom! The
parsons give US your number all
right. We likes to see a bluff neatly
called and we aims to enjoy a good
laugh at your expense"
ITS the only thing we ever had al
your expense at that" put in another.
in spite of all your gulf about givin'
away drink"
"Give away-hell," laughed a third,
''the only thing Tom ever give away
was a bad breath"
YES" simpered a clownish mimic,
Buy a yard O. calico for one dollar
and four bits and have a half pint
thrown in as a present pervidin' yuh
fergit to take the dry goods along.
Or p'raps a Teller pays up a fake bill
amountin' say to five dollars and has
quart presented as a token Of es-
TEEN to the honest customer from the
relieved storekeeper. You're a gener-
Gus guy all right. Tom. Better put, a
paddock on your thirst or you'll give
1t away and there won't be nothin'
left at ALL"
saw. give the devil his duel" shout
ed another. whom recognized as Dick
Rudolph. HE just gave away his mos
cherished possession. Didn't you see
him hand the parson his goat?"
And So 1t went until the humili-
ated bully fed from his own store
swearing mighty oaths Of vengeance.
T. B. abruptly turned and left the
store, his jaw set and a look of grim
satisfaction on his face. I followed In
some trepidation. 1t seemed to me
that there might be possible danger In
antagonizing so vicious a creature. Az
we drove to the rectory my mind went
back over the exciting events of my
own ministry in the city. There waS
the time when the soprano solois
| threatened tO resign ana disrupt tine
choir. A feeling of revulsion came
over me. saw that there was some.
thing vital about this mans work thai
had been noticeably lacking in mine
Ny vestry quarrels, my guild dis
sensions. the jealousies and conflicting
ambitions OF the city clergy looked
very trifiing to me now beside this
real conflict OF elemental forces. Blu
I was uneasy about my friend.
That night about IL o'clock T. B
received an urgent telephone messag,
TO come to a dying child, son of g
parishioner who lived at the head o.
Dee Creek, deep in the woods OF
Banks o. Dee" farm. where he was
numbering for the absentee owners
The road into this place. Blunt ex
planned, was one OF the sore spots II
the quarrel between himself ant
Adrian Rudolph. 1t was impossible
most of the time for anything excep
OK carts, and as 1t led also to a farm
Mr.. Rudolph had recently acquired b!