The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1921-10-21

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there for a cup of tea and II she raise
a rumpus you'll see me take her b.
the horns"
Mrs. Cawkins was a lean, sallow
stern-faced woman Of some fort,
years with face like bitter herbs
her husband mildmannered, shiftles
man who. encouraged by Mr.. Cart
wright, had taken TO riding through
the upper counties as a preacher,
course of conduct OF which his wifi,
heartily disapproved. Solicited by he
husband she sullenly made tea for tn,
travellers. When Ii had been drunl
the two preachers knelt In a corner
Of the room and Mr.. Cartwright begar
to pray In loud voice. Mrs. Cav
kins showed the table about and Tipped
over the chairs and dropped the roll
ing-piH as counter demonstration
The famous circuit rider being in nC
way put out by this, she dashed dip
per of cold water on the head of her
husband. The praying stopped. Mr.
Cartwright rose from his knees and
commanded her to deslst. On her
declaration that she would not he laid
hold of the woman and forced her out
Of the door and closed and bolted II
and resumed his praying.
Having recorded this remarkable in
cident in his diary. Samson writes:
Many of these ignorant people in
the lonely, prairie cabins are like chill
dren. Cartwright leads them on like
father and sometimes with the
strong hand. If any of them deserve
spanking they get It, He and others
like him have helped to keep the cabin
people clean and going up hill instead
Of down. They have established
schools and missions and scattered
good books and comforted sorrows
and kindled good desire In the hearts
of the humble"
AS they were leaving. Mr.. Cawkins
told them that the plague had broken
out in the settlement on Honey creek,
where the quarterly meeting was to
be held, and that the people had been
rapidly "dyin' off," Samson knew
from this that the smallpox
dreaded and terrible scourge of pio-
neer days-had come again.
"It's dangerous to go there" said
Cawkins.
'Where is sorrow there is my
proper place." Cartwright answered.
"Those people need comfort and the
help of God"
81 got letter from lady there"
Cawkins went on AS nigh as can
make out they need a minister. / can
read print handy but writin' bothers
me. You read it, brother"
Mr. Cartwright took the letter and
read as follows:
Dear Sir: Mr.. Barman gave me
your name We need minister TO
comfort the sick and help bury the
dead. 1t is q good deal to ask of you
but If you feel like taking the chance
of coming here / am sure you could do
a lot of good. We have doctors enough
and 1t seems a pity that the church
should fail these people when they
need it most If you have the courage |
to come you would win the gratitude
of many people. For month have |
been taking care of the sick and up to |
now no harm has come to me.
yours respectfully,
"BIM KELSO."
"a mans heart deviseth his way |
,ut the Lord directeth his steps," said
Cartwright. For three days | have
'eIt that He was leading me-
81 begin to think that He has been
eading me-" Samson declared. BIN
lelso is the person l seek"
II would have gone but my wife
ook on so couldn't get away" said
,awkins.
''I'll come back some day soon and
ou and | will pry the devil out of her
With the crowbar of Gods truth and
lercy," Cartwright assured him as ne
md Samson took the road to the
orth.
On their way to the Honey creek
ettlement the lion-hearted minister
DID of swimming through flooded
vers, getting lost on the plains and
nffering for food and water, OF lying 1
own to rest at night in wet clothes
18th no shelter but the woods. Of hand I
,-hand fights with rowdies whe en- {
Favored to sell drink or create dis |
lrbance at his meetings. Such was 8
lie zeal for righteousness woven by {
ANY hands into the fabric of the
'est. A little before shutdown they
'ached the settlement
Samson asked man In the road If /
. knew where they could find the
irse BIN Kelso. {
do ye mean that angel o. God In h
white dress that takes keer o. the &
exp the man asked
Il guess that would be Bim," said
mson.
"She's over in yon' house." the 9TH k
answered, pointing with his pipe to d
cabin, some twenty rods beyond
EN-. "Thar's two children sick thar
: the nanny dead an buried in the v
ound." S
'Is the plague getting worseT
rtwright asked. Il
no, | reckon It's better. Nobody