Year: 1874

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introduction gone through with and
Ware enjoyed the skill with which he
had concealed from me the fact that
the .trunk-stealng parson was destined
to be my pastor and spiritual friend
and adviser, and left the plot to find
its denouement Of Sunday morning,
in the very sanctuary itself, and only
the chancel rail and the proprieties Of
the occasion and place between its
two leading actors. The clergyman
was taken home to dine with the
bride, and by Ware solemnly and
with much parade conducted into
back room and asked if he had ever
seen those trunks before. The parson
thought he had and entered into the
spirit of the joke he had occasioned at
his own expense with such vivacity
and good humor that it at once form
ed the basis of good acquaintance and
both soon felt at home in the COM
pany Of our reverend guest, who turn
ed out to be sociable without being
undignifed, talkative without being
gossipy, and entertaining without be-
ing pedantic; and withal bad none of
that professionalism that is so un~
pleasant, and even, if carried to an
excess, disgusting to men. If there is
any thing man is not likely to tol-
crate it is professionalism. It is
barrier at once to freedom: of inter-
course between the men of congre-
cation and the rector: And this
opens place for me, in which may
say word or two of my husband.
Like many American men, he was
moral but not religious-i. e. not ex-
ternal'y religious, tho with a vein of
religion in bis nature, as good-hearted
and generous-natured as man could
be, with perfect respect for all sat
cred things, and always an attendant,
when I went, upon the services.


A council of war was held while
the Rev. Mr.. Winter was on the spot
about the shabbiness of the room in
which services we're held, and it was
unanimously agreed that a shabby
building was not conducive to 4
healthy worship or the growth of
godliness in the community. So long
as the place of worship was the mean
est place in the town, that silent SER
mon which church edifce breaches
to the passer-by was not preached, and
we resolutely determined that, please
God, that silent sermon should be
preached from humble tower or mod
est spire, in due time, and many
we're the letters I posted off to my
Eastern and Southern friends describ-
ing my first Sunday in Cbatterwild
and begging donations towards getting
that silent sermon I was anxious to see
begun formally and publicly preach
ed. In about two weeks, I had the
text of it at any rate, in the shape of
promise Of a bell. Ware teased me
numerically for a week about tho
original method in which I set to
work building church-ordering the
bell before the corner stone, but I
stood it like martyr. My next
donation was fifty cents from my old
black nurse at home, a dividend de-
clared by this same faithful retainer
on the cash sale of a flock of ducks.
Ware was in ecstacies, and vowed he
never knew an enterprise start under
such brilliant and encourag ging aus
pices and advised me at once to ad-
vertjse in the New Yofk papers for
proposals for the erection of my large
and commodious structure, and actu-
ally that night, after tea, as we sat
around the lamp on the little table,
with my fifty cents ostentatiously
spread out on my knee, and he shak-
ing his sides over my dramatic ex.
hibition fit, drew up an elaborate
document, which he headed "Propos
! ais for the erection of a cathedral in
Chatterwild," and in which the archi


tect and builders Of the universe were
solemnly invoked to compete for the


contract, continuing with the encour


aging announcement that the money


would be paid in quarterly sums ant


that the money was already in th'


hands Of the building committee fo


the payment of the first installment


This imposing document terminate.


by directing the proposing parties t.


apply, with the sufficient guarantee


for the proper performance of thei


contract, to Mrs. Ware Angleses, Build


ing Committee, Chatterwild. "A


any rate, you'll see," said I. "We'l


see," said he. I think, as I remembe


right, I called him dear old brute


and I think, as I remember this, toe


that he kissed me. But then brides
you know, will be brides and youn


husbands young husbands.


| A few days after this, who shoul


accost me in the street but-a man
He had his pantaloons rolled up an


was ornsmented at the other entrem


ty with q slouch hat. A collar diI


proportionately large and q crave


disproportionately small, decorate


his cervical region. Three agat
buttons cleaned from his bosol
and q seal ring from his le
hand little finger. He hope