Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-11-23

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apt. Chaa beard, taees enormous spectaces. stifi
on, let = stock and patent leather boots.
!. ~ nnljad' 'IAPTER III-At supper at the
II pul home the preacher. who had been
reStauras roommate at college, tells how
,dat;on al 1 fod His father attributes Ken's
ldatioh from grace to his red lock Of hair,
rtIv I'll aftate in the days of Of Eiisabeth th Then
Io,tap Simon has q sort of stroke,
sd 5y ssadp Nsw Fats etsr f1% WSo
. postscript by another hand says he
ne - dead.
~ And now as he walked past Loge
Belden slouched against the counter,
he stopped and stood staring curl
ously at him.
Belden seemed on the point Of re-
senting the look, when the Reverend
Caleb quickly turned away, and with
A nod passed the group around Uncle
\ Nick and went on to the post Office
window at the rear of the room.
what d y'u say we ask i'm t
e long" whispered Al Counterman
b Uncle Nick as the young minister
D., stood waiting for Zeke Pollok to ad-
Il , just his dirty spectacles on his thin
Il laboriously sort over the meager bunch
Of letters and postcards.
"Y'u dasn't" Uncle Nick answered
guardedly.
Watch M, an y'u'll see whuther
/ da'st. I amt a-feared Of no parson.
"Mr. Hopkins" he called moment
later, stepping in front of the young
- preacher as he passed toward the
nm in aoor, "a passel of us fellers Is goin'
reouj1-seinin' up around Alpine island in
Al the mornin' I reckon y'u wouldn't
cur axe t. 60 long, mr. nothin', would y'u?"
~ "Who are going. did you sayY'
l Big Jack Warhope."
lar II have promised to be at the social
ra;d omorrow evening at the schoolhouse,
the Which, I'm informed, is always held,
thii n celebration of the last day of school.
puFDO you expect to return in time for
rsNthat?"
"Aw, We'll be back by noon, easy"
Let me See," pondered the preach
er, not willing to compromise his dig
N nifty by appearing overanxiOus. "This
Is Wednesday; tomorrow Is Thursday
II believe / may safely allow myself
this recreation. shall be most happy
to avail myself Of your kind invita-
ton"
The fisherman stood lingering his
hat and staring at the door long after
~ the minister had passed out, the
n twinkle gone from his puckered one
rye, a, puzzled look on his smoked ba-
!. -bn rind Of face.
swell, I'll be derned! Wouldn't
that SINCE y'ur whiskers! dunno yit
whuther he said ED come r not"
Uncle Nick threw his head back and
fairly yroared while the postmaster
wumpie I'D up his dry countenance into
half begrudged grin.
Course he said ED come. Whar
y wus you brung up at, anyhow Didn't
! y'u hyur i'm say he'd vail himself of
y'ur kind invitation? Course he's
>, calc'lating t. come. Zeke, We'll hat
y t. git Al a new spellin book an start
- 'irsr'' SCHOOL next fall"
{''Well," muttered the fisherman, as
his face cleared and the twinkle came
back to his wagg' IN one eye, "all got
e say is he can use up more diction-
ary a'sayin' yes than any man / ever
heard. But amt e some locker
barrin' that KILN rig he's hObbled up
4, sn?"
ar.Most too good-lookin'," piped Zeke.
! wbiw, dunno, Zeke," Uncle Nick OBJ
did, "'tain't go'n' t. hurt I'm none.
ynlsicirsvoback can see is: it's pity
It waste all them good looks on
a preacher"
4 Anyhow" put in AL, his rakish eye
dancing at Uncle Nick's remark, IF
4 he wus ugly enough t. tree the devil
up thorn bush, don't low It'd hep
is preachin' none. An I reckon he
shore must be some preacher. r he
wouldn't be where e is-teachin' In a
obllege that makes preachers. I bet
y'u he can cipner plum through any
'rethmetic you can hand i'm, an they
say he's posted on purt nigh everything
that's goin' on, r ever went on"
'"That amt neither hyur mr. there"
/ argued Zeke THAT amt no more'n
.hisA duty,xan' what the taxpayers back
! ~ srL come from r. payin' i'm f'r."
hro,b M no duty" rejoined the fish,
,uh Fits a dern good sign"
id the same" snapped the post
cer, III had a gal-which amt
- h'a never had-I wouldn't want
rtoNsd with Inn Ike Slime Collins
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