The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1921-11-10


and ] don't suppose IT'S worth the p
per II was wrote on. You take Il ant
u you And It's no good you lose II jus
~ careful 40 you ran. I don't wan
70 see II again"
They had q happy half.hour at ths
table, Mrs. Brimstead being In bettel
spirits since her husband had got bacl
to his farming. Annabel, her form
nllIns with the grace and charm Of
womanhood, was there and mors
cosnely than ever.
They had been speaking Of Jsca
Kelso's death.
II heard him say once that when
he saw . beautiful young face II re.
minded him Of noble singing and the
odor Of growing corn" said Samson.
I'D rather zee the face" Joe ~.
Married, whereupon they all laughed
and the boy biushed TO the roots Of
his blond hair.
Hes become . man Of good judg.
ment." said Brimstsad.
Annabers sister Jane. who had
chung to the wagon In No Santa Claus
Land, was . brishteyed. merry.
hearted girl q twelve. The boy Rob-
ert was q shy. good-lookIng lad little
older than Josiah.
swell. what's the newsf" Samson
asked.
-Nothin' has happened since We
saw you but the fau of El Dorado"
Brimstead answered.
There was the robbery of the mail
stage last sumner q few miles north
Of here" said Mrs. Brimstead. Every
smitch Of the mall was stolen. ]
guess that's the reason we haven't had
no iefteS from Vermont In a year"
Maybe that's why we haven't
heard from home" Samson echoed.
"why don't you leave Joe here
while you're gone to Chicaeof" Anna
bel asked.
''1t would help his education to
missile around with Robert an the
giria,~ said Brimstcad.
"wouid you like to stayr' Samson
asked.
II wouldn't mind" said Josiah who.
on the lonely prairie, had had few
companions Of his own age.
So Il happened that Samson went
on alone. Near the sycamore woods
he came upon gray haired man lying
by the roadside with horse tethered
near him. The stranger was sick with
a fever. Samson got down from his
horse.
-what can do for your ne asked.
The will Of God" the stranger
fecbly answered II prayed for help
and you have come. I am Peter Cart
wright. the preacher. I was 20 sick
and weak had to get OF my horse
and lie down. II you had not come I
think that ] should have died here"
Samson gave him some Of the medi-
cine for chiils and fever which he al
ways carried In his pocket. and water
from his canteen.
lis there any house where I could
find help and shelter for your he
asked presently.
"No. but feel better--giory to
God 70 said the preacher. III you can
help me TO the back Of my horse I viii
try to ride on with you. There IL to
be q quarterly meeting ten miles up
the road tonight. Nothing shall keep
me from my duty. may save q dozen
souls from hell--who knowsf"
Samson was astonished at the iron
win and holy zeal Of this iron-hearted.
strong-armed, fighting preacher Of the
prairies Of whom he had heard much.
lie lifted him and set him on the back
Of his horse.
God blessed you with great
strength" said the latter. "Are you q
II am"
They rode on In silence. Presently
Samson observed that the preacher
was actually asleep and snoring In
the saddle. They proceeded for an
hour or more In this manner. When
the horses were wallowing through q
swale the preacher awoke.
"0lory be to Godi" he shouted. II
am better. l shall be able to preach
tonight. A little farther on II the
cabin OF Brother Cawkins He has
been terribly pecked up by q stiff.
necked, rebellious wife. Well stop