Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 May 1877 — Page 6

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THE-MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

HE AND I.

{Mrs. Sarah T. Bolton in The lLilahapolla Journal.]

He dwells In a mansion flneand fair. Modeled and made with artlstlociiro from the granite crypt to the polished stair,

And coating a mine of treasure. I live In a farm house low and •man. With never a bell, nor entrance hall, g&i Nor gilded cornice, nor painted wall

m"m

to give me the sense of pleasure., ^STe treads a carpet of costly pile, 5 tended, served in sumptuous style,

And sips his rare, red wine the while, iSf Regardless of saint and sinner. .. dally toll for my board ftnd bed, And. many a time the grace is said, "YtiM a cup of tea and a slice of brean

Suffice tor my humble dinner.

He grinds per cent, and rings the chimes dimes and dollars—•dollar* Bud dimes, MFnousands to laid in the hardest times, 4 Trouble the air with a clamor.

I grapple the wolf, bnt all I earn from meadow and orchard, fo and churn, jr« taken to meet the tax return,

And keep

my home from the hammer

We is young and strong to brave and bear tilts of trouble, the goads of care, TChe And, to him, the world Is passing fair

In its golden gleam and glliter. or

am a-wear and growing old, AVlth little or nothing to have and bold. •The daysof my years are well-nigh told/1

And the lees of life are bitter.

Ooeshe reflect as ho sits at ease, Fanned by the wing of tbe summer oroeze That bears the bloom of his tropic trees

Inf» his dainty chambe

That the beautiful land from line to line* On which he Iia* *ullt his mansion fine ^Was bought with money and means or mine? w/ me

And does he ever remember

"""The young adventurer, nameless, poor, «%h) entered a friendly homestead door, And left a shadow, forever more,

That scathed and seared and blighted?

1 Doea ne remember tbe life he crost ^••The friendship won and the friendship lost, The home he reft, and the cruel cost

Of the wrong he never righted

A witness lu heaven does not forget. jr And for all these things he must answer yet

The time will come and tbe day is set, But the mllU of God grlnu slowly. He may fare as Dives fareu of old May enlarge his barns and hoard his go.d But wait, for the end is no-,yet. told,

The Judgments of God are holy BEACH BANK, March, 1877.

CHAPTER IX.

THE COMING OF THE CIRCUIT RIDBK.

Colonel Wheeler was the standard bearer of the flag of Independence in the Hissawachee bottom. He had been a Captain in the Revolution but Revolutionary titles showed a marked tendency to grow during the quarter of a century that followed tbe close of the war. An ex-offlcer's neighbors carried him forward with his advancing age a sort of ideal promotion by brevet gauged the appreciation of military titles as the Revolution passed into history and heroes became scarcer. And emigration always advanced a man several degrees —new neighbors, in their uncertainty about his rank, being prone to give him the benefit of all doubts, and exalt as far as possible the lustre which the newoomer conferred upon the settlement. Thus Captain Wheeler in Maryland was Major Wheeler in Western Peenaylvamia, and a full-blown Colonel by the .time he had made his second move, into the settlement on Hissawachee Creek. And yet I may be Wrong. Perhaps it

was

not tbe transplanting that did it. fiven had he remained on the "Eastern .Shore," he might have passed through a

Jncolonelcy:

wrocess of canonisation as ho advanced life tkat would have brought him to other men did. For what ita Colonel but Captain gone to seed? "Gone to seed" may be considered a nlang expression and, as a conscientious writer, far be it from me to use slang. And I take great credit to myself for

Ln?J

take l?r?.^-t

«jould more perfectly describe Wheeler His hair was grilling, his shoulders had a chronio shrug, his under lip protruded in an expression of perpetual redistance, and bis prominent chin and brow seemed to have been jammed to-

ither the space between was too small. had an air of defense his nature was Always In a "guard against cavalry" attitude. He had entered into the spirit •ofcolonlal resistance fmtn childhood: -he was born in antagonism to kings and *11 that are in authority, it was a family tradition that he had been flogged iu boyhood for shooting pop gun wads into the fooo ol a portrait of tbe reigning monarch.

When he settled in tbe Hissawachee bottom, he of course looked about for tbe power that was to oe resisted, and was not long in fludiugit in his peighber, Captain Lumsden. fife was the one opponent whom Lumsd#% «»nM not annoy Into submission or avt**uu»e. To Wheeler this fight ngalftatt Lumsden was the one delightful,eleuient of life in tb* Bottoms. He had no# the eotnfbrtable prospect of spending liis declining years fa a fertile valley where there waa a powerful foe, whose encroachments on the rinhta aud privileges of his neighbora would afford bim an iueihaustiole

theme

P-

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MS,

for dfenunclaUon, and a delight

ful incitement to the exerciae of his lowers of resistance. And thus for years he had eaten his dinners with better relish because of hi** contest with Lumsden. Mordecal oould not bate had half so much pleasure In staring stiffly at the. wicked Hamanas Isaiah Wheeler found in meeting Captain Lttfiltdfeft on tbe road without so wuich aa a nod of recognition And Human's feelings were not more deeply wounded than Lumsden*a. h,.

Colonel Wheeler waa not very happily married for at home lie could

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encroachments to nMiat. The perfect temper of his wife disarmed even his opposition. He had begun bla married life by fighting bt» wife's Methodism, bnt when he came to the Hlssawachee end found Methodism unpopular, he took up arms in its defense.

Such was the man whom Kike had eel acted as guardian—a matt who, with all his dtaagreeableneaa, was powoaeod of boneety, a virtue not inconsistent with oDPQKDtncsTi But KlkeHi chief motive in ofecKMinghlm was that he knew that die choioe would be a stab to hie wdelfe

pride. Moreover, Wheeierwas the only man who would care te bnvaLumMM anger by taking the trust.

Wheeler Uvea in a log bouse on the hillside, and to this house, on the day after the return of Morton and Kii#) there rode a stranger. He was a broadshouldered, stalwart, swarthy man, of thirty-fire, with a serious but augresalve oounteuanoe, abroad brim? white bat, a eoat made of oountry lean#, eat straight breasted aud buttoned to the ohin, raw* bide boot*, and «llnsey' leggings tied about his legs below the knees. He rode a stont horse, and carried an ample pair °*ItrinlM^lirtiorse In front of the colonel's double cabin, he shouted, srter the Western fashion, "Hello! Hello the bouse!' if

At tbla a quartette of dogs, set np vociferous barking, ranging In key all the way from the treble of an ill-natured 'floe' to the deep baying of a huge bull-

'liello the troiiBe!' cried the stranger. •Hello! Hell'!' answered back Isaiah Wheeler, opening tbe door, and shouting to the dogs, 'You, Hull, come herej Git out, pup! Clear out, all of you! And he accompanied this command bj threateningly lifting a stick, at whict two of tbe dogs scampered away, and third sneaklnjtly retreated but the bull dog turned with reluctance, and, without smoothing bis bristles at all slowly murcbed back toward tho house, protesting with surly growls against this authoritative Interruption. 'Hello, stranger, howdy?' said Colonel Wheeler, advancing with caution, but *5" without much cordiality. He would

22r without mucn coruiauty. ot commit himself to Welcome too raah-

-WStts

THE

Circuit Rider.

A LOVE STORY OF EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST. BY EDWARD EGGLESTOtf.

Author of The Hoosier Schoolmaster End of the World," Mystery o/ Metropolisvitte," etc. *5 ij. -if

Trne Circuit Rider was commenced in The Saturday Evening Mall. Vol. 7, No. *3. April 21. BHOK numbers oan be had of newsd alers, or at tills offlce, or sent by mall for Ave cants each *1

ly strangers needed inspeoMon. 'Light, won't yoaf" be said, presently and the stranger proceeded to dismount, while the Colonel ordered one of bis sons who came out at that moment to 'put up the Btranger's horse, and give him some fodder and corn.' Then turning to tbe new comer, he scanned him a moment, and said: A preacher, I reckon, sir?" 'Yes, sir, I'm a Methodist preacher, and I heard that your wife waa a mem

ber

of tbe Methodist Church, and that you were very friendly, so I came round this way to see If you wouldn't open your doors for preaching. I have one or two vacant days on my round, and thought rr.n,vie I might as well take Hl8snwafhee Bottom into the circuit, if I didn't find anything to prevent.'

By this time the colonel and his guest had reached the door, and the former only said, 'Well, sir, let's go in, and see what tbe old woman says. I don't agree with you Methodists about everything, but I do think fhat yon are doing good, and so I don't allow anybody to say anything against circuit riders without taking it up.'

Mrs. Wheeler, a dignified woman, with a placidly religious face—a countenance in which scruples are balanced by evenness of temperament—was at the moment engaged in dipping yarn into a blue dye that stood in a great iron kettle by the fire. She made haste to wash and dry ber bands, that she might have a'good, old-fashioned Methodist shake bands' with Brother Magruder, 'thefiist Methodiat preaober she had seen sinoe she left Pittsburg.'

Colonel Wheeler readily assented that Mr. Magruder should preach in his house. Methodists had just the same rights in a free country tbat other people had. He 'reckoned the Hlssawachee settlement didn't belong to one man, and ho bad fit aginst the King of England in Lis time, and was jist au ready to fight aginst tbe King of Hiseawaohee Bottom.' The Colonel almost relaxed his stubborn libs into a smile when he said this. Besides, he proceeded, bis wife was a Methodist and she had a right to be if she chose. He was friendly to religion himself, though he wasn't a professor. Ifhlawif? didn't want to wear rings or artificials, it was money in his pocket, and nobody had a right to object. Colonel Wheeler plumed himself before tbe new preacher upon his general friendliness toward religion, and really thought it might be set down on tbe credit side of that acoonnt in which he imagined some angelic bookkeeper entered all his transactions. He felt in his own mind 'middilji' certain,' as he would have told you, that 'betwixt the prayin' for he got from such r- wife as bis, and bis own glneral friendliness to the preachers and tbe Methodis' meetings, be would be Saved at last, somehow or notherIt was uot in the man to reflect that his 'glneral friendliness' for the preacher had its origin in a glneral spitefulness toward Captain Lumsden.

Colonel Wheeler's son was dispatched through the settlement to Inform every

body

•voiding it just noirr sinoe nothing ithjn

that there would be preaching in his iiousd that evenin. The news was told at the Forks, where there was al ways a crowd ef loafers and each individual loafer, in ridiug home tbat afternoon, called a 'Hellorat every house be within was answered, remarked tbat he "thought likar'n not they had'n heern tell of tbe preacher's comin' to Colonel Wheeler's.' And then tbe eager listener, generally the woman of the bouse, would crv out, 'Laws a massy! You don't sa! A Mathodist? One of the shoutin'" kind, tbat knocks folks down when he preac je-1 What will the Captin'do? They do say he dots hate tbe Methodis' worse nor copperhead snakes, now. Som» tl I quarrel, liker'n not. Well, I'm »»go n', jist t« see how vedJcl'us theui Methodis' does do!'

«Athin£ passed, and when the salutation from

wag

angworod, remarked that he

Tho news was sent to Brady*» school, which had 'tuck up' for the winter, and from this centre also it spread throughout tbe neighborhood. It reached Lumsden's very early in the forenoon. •Well!' said Lumsden. excitedly, but still with his little crowing chuckle 'so Wheeler's took tbe Methodists In! We'll have to see abodt that. A man that brings such people Into *h® settlement ought to be lynched. But Pll match tbe Methdlfct». Where's Patty? Patty! 0. lVtty! JMvrun and find Miss Putty** -*9

And the little ifcsro rad ont/Wiling, ''Miss Patty! 0! Miss Patty! Whahls

„e looked into the smoke house, and then ran down toward the barn, shouting, 'Miss Patty! O! Miss Baity!'

Where wag Patty?

CHAPTER X.

JPATT IN TH* SPRING HOtTSK. Pstty had that morning gone to the spring houae, as nsnai, to strain the milk.

Can it be possible that any benighted leader does not know what a sprint house is? A little log oabfn six feet long by fire feet wide, without floor, built wlwre the great stream of water issues dear and ley eold from beneath the hill. Tbe little cabin-Itke spring house sits

Jr wMQ wiiwi nw MW SSSSjJtoeiS in*thempweei*

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people

'clapboards,' you see tbe green mess that overgrows them and the logs, yon see the new-bom brook rash out from beneath the logs tbat hide its cradle, you lift the home-made latch and open the low door wbleh creaks 00 ita wftoden hinges, yoa see the greet perennial spring mailing up eagerly from its subterranean prison, son note how its clear oold waten lave the aides of the eerthen

yon

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY E^ENINGi^MAIL.

rioh oraainlness, yon feel whole eclogues of poetry whioh

can never turn into

words. It was in jdst* ««eb spring-house that Patty Lumsden had hidden her-

She brought clean rocks—earthenware miik pans—from theshelfouteide, where they had been airing to k«ep them aweet, ehe held tbe strainer in her left hand and pouted milk, through it until each crook was nearly full, ehe adjusted them In their nlaoee among the stones, so that they stood half immersed In the oo!d current of spring water, she laid the smeoth pine oover on eseh isrock, and put a clean atone atop that to seoure it.

While she waa thua putting away the milk her mind was on Morton. She wondered whst her father had said to him yesterday. In the heart of her heart she resolved tbat if Morton loved her she would merry him in tbe tooe of her fsther's dUplessure. She had never rebelled against the iron rale, bnt she felt herself full of power end full of endurance. Sbecouldgoofflnto the wilderness with Morton they would build them cabin, with chinking and baubing, with punobeon floor and stick chimney: they would aleep, like other poor settlers, on beds of dry leaves, and they would subsist upon the food which Morton's unerring rifle would bring them from tbe forest. These were tbe humble oabin castles she wss building. All girls weave a tapestry of the future, on Patty's tbe knight wore buckskin clothes and a wolfskin csp, and brought home, not the shields or spoils of the enemy, but saddles ofvenison and luscious hits of bear meat to a lady in linaey or cheap cotton who looked out of no balcony but a cabin window, and who smoked her eyes with banging pots upon a crane in a great fire-place. 7 know it sounds old-fhshionea aud sent! mental in me to say so, and yet bow can it matter to a heart like Patty's what may be the scenery on the tapes trv. If love bo tbe warp and faith the woof?

Morton on his pariwas at the same time endeavoring to plan his own and Patty's partnership future, but he drew a more cheerful pi eta re than she did, for be bad no longer any reason to fear Captain Lumsden's displeasure. He was at the moment going to meet the Captain, walking down the foot path through the woods,

Kicking

the dry beech leaves into

bill.iws before nlm and singing a Scotch love-song of Burn's which he bad learned from nis mother.

He planned one future, she another atd in after years they might have laughed to think how far wrong were both guesses. Tbe path which Morton followed led by the spring house, and Patty, standing on the stones inside, caught the sound of bis fine baritone voice as he approached, singing tender words that made her heart stand still: "Ghalst nor bogle shalt thou fear hou'rt to love and heaven SOB dear

It Nocnt of HI shall come thee near, My bennie dearie." And as he came right by the spring house, he eang, now in a lower tone lest he should be heard at the house, but still mora earnestly, and so audibly tbat tbe listening Patty could hear every word, tbe last stanza: "Fair and lovely as thou art, ~t "^Thou hast atown my very heart 1 caa die—bnt cannot part,

My Bonnie dearie.-'

And even as she listened to the last line, Morton had discovered that the snring-house door was ajar, and turned, shading his eyes, to see if perchance Patty might not be within. He saw her and reached ont his band, greeting her warmly but his eyes yet unaccustomed to the imperfect light did not see bow lull of blushes was ber face—for she feared that he might guess all tbat she had just been dreaming. But she was resolved at any rate to show him more kindness than she would have shown had it not been for the displeasure which she supposed her father had manifested. And so she covered the last crock, and came and stood by him at tbe door of tbe spring house, and he talked right on in the tender train of his song. And she did not protest, but answered back timidly and almost as warmly.

And that is bow little negro Bob at last found Patty at the spring house and found Morton with her. "Law's sake! Miss

Patty, done look for ye mos' everywhab. Yer paw wants ye.' And with tbat Bob rolled the whites of his eyes up, parted his black lips into abroad white grin, an^^ed at fo^rton know-

APTERXI.

'THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 'Ha! ha! good morning, Mortonr said tbe Captain. 'You've been keeping Patty down at tbe spring house when abe should heve been at the loom by this time. In my time young men ana women didnt waste their mornings. Nights and Sunday are good enough for visiting: Now, see here, Patty, there's one of them plagued Methodist preachers brought into the settlement by Wheeler. Tneee circuit riders are worse than third day fever 'n' ager. Tbey go against dancing and artificials and singing songs and reading novels and all other amusements. the jerks wherever they go. in'em. Now I want you to go to work aud get up a dance to-night, and ask all you can get along with. Nothing '11 make the preacher so mad as to dance right under hia nose and we'll keep a good man/ people awaywbomight get the jerks, or fsUdown with the ,power and breek their necks, msybe.'

Patty was always ready to dantts, and she only said:'If Morton will send tbe invitations.'

Til do that,'said Morton, and then he told ot thfe discomfiture he had wrought in a Methodist meeting while he was gone. And he hau the satisfaction of seeing that the narrative greatly pleased Captain Lumsden. 'We'll have to send Wheeler sfloet sometime, eh, Mortr said the Captain, chuckling interrogatively. Morton did not like tnis proposition, for, notwithetauding theological dtfferenee about el ?ction, Mrs. Wheeler was a fast friend of his mother. He evaded an answer by bMtening to consult with Patty and her mother concemingthe guests.

Those who got 'invitee* danced cotil* lions and reels nearly all night. Morton danced with Patty to .his heart's content and In the happiness ef Morton** ssmired love ami of a truce In her father's interruption ahe was a queen indeed. She wore the antique earrings that were sn heir loom in nar mother's family, and a showy breast-pin which ber fetner had bought her. Thsse and her new dress of EtigtifH calico made hertb3 envy of all the others. Pretty Betty Hfcrshs was led ont by eome one a* almost every danoe, bat she would have given all of theee for one denoe wi& Motion Goodwin.

Meantime lift ItwpnMler waa pcaachlag. Bsbold in Hwsawaehee Bottom the wotUTft evils in miniature! Here are religion and amusement divorced— set over the one again* the other aa hostile camps.

Brady, who wss boevdlng ts* *tr few days with «fc*«wMo# GOBSMD, %Mfto the meeting withXike sad his anther,. expUOning his he went along. j'JL'm ilithodka, Mra. Lnmsdeo.

Me father was a Catholic and me mother a PriabyUrian. and they compromised on me by making me a mlmber of the Episcopalian Church and tnroyln' to edIcate me for orders, and into! rely spoiling me fer iverything else but school tsycherin these haythen backwoode. But it doesaame to me that tbe Mlthodists air the only pay pie that oan do any good among slchpsgsns ss we sir. What would a parson from the ould connthry do her? He moigbt spake aa grammatical as Lindley Muiray blmsilf, and nobody would be the better of it. Whet good does me own grammathical acquirements do towards reforming tbe sittlement? With all me grammar I can't kape me boys from makin' God's ntme the nominative caso before very bad words. Hey, Koike? Now, tbe

Mlthodlst air a narry sort of psyple. But If yoc want to inske strame strong

yon hev to mske it narry. Fve read good dale of history, and in me own estimation the ould Ansli«b Puritans snd the Mithodlsts air both torrents, because they're both shet up by narry banks, Tbe Mithodists is ferninst the wearin' of jewelry and dancin' and singin' songs, which is all vairy foolish in me own estimation. But it's kind o' nat'ral for the millrace tbat turna tbe whale that fades the worruld to git msd at the babbiln', oidle brook that waa tea its toime among tbe mossy shtones, snd grinds nobody's grist. But the brook ain't so bad afther all. Hey, Mrs. Lumsden?"

Mrs. Lumsden answered that she didn't think it was. It was very good for wstering stock. 'Thrue as prayebin', Mrs. Lumsden,' said the schoolmaster, with a laugh. 'And to me own oi the wanderin, brook, a goln' whero it chooses and doin' what it plazes, is.a dale plizenter to look at than the BthraigBt-travelin mill-race But I Wish these Mithodists Would con van. tbe souls of some of these young sters, snd make 'em quit their gamblin and swearin'and bettin' on horses and gettin'dthrunk. And may bs If some of 'em wdbld git convarted, they wouldn't be quoite so anxious to skelp their own uncles. Hey, Koike?"

Kike bad no time to reply if he had cared to, for by this time they were at tbe door of Colonel Wheeler's house. Despite the dance there were present all tbe house would hold. For those who got no 'invite' to Lumsden's had a double motive for going to meeting a disposition to resent the slight was added to their curiosity to hear the Methodist preacher. The dance had taken away those who were most likely to disturb the meeting people left out did not feel under any obligation to gratify Captain Lumsden by raising a row. Kike had been invited, hut had disdained to dance in his uncle's house.

Both lower rooms of Wheeler's log house were crowded with people. A little open space was left at the door be tween the rooms for the preacher, who presently came edging his way in through the crowd. He had been at prayer in that favorite oratory of the early Methodist preacher, tbe forest.

Magruder was a short, stout man, with wide shoulders, powerful srms, shaggy brows, and bristling black hair. He read the hymn, two lines at a time, and led tbe singing himself. He prayed with the utmost sincerity, but in a voice that abook the cabin windows and gave the simple people a deeper reverence for the areadfulness of the preach er*8 message. He prayed as a man talking face te face with tbe Almighty Judge of tbe generations ef men he prayed with an undoubting assurance of his own acceptance with God, and with tbe

since

ig novels and all They give people iey go. The devil's

rest conviction of tbe infinite

peril of bis unforgiven bearers. It is not argument that reaches men, but convicuon end for Immediate, practical purposes, one Tlshbite Elijah that can thunder out of a heart that never doubts, is worth a thousand acute writers of ingenious apologies.

When Magruder read bis text, which was, "Grieve not the Holy Spirit of God," be seemed to his hearers a proph et come to lay bare their hearts! Mag ruder bad not been educated for his ministry bv years of study of Hebrew and Greek,of,Exegesis and Systematica but ho knew what was of vastly more consequence to bim—how to read and expound tbe hearts and lives of the impulsive, (Mmpie, reckless race among whom no labored. He was of their very fiore.

He commenced with a iilerce attack on Captain Lumsden's dauce, which was prompted, be said, by tbe devil, to keep men out of heaven., With half a dozen quiet, bold strokes, be depicted Lumsden's selfish arrogance and proud meanness so exactly that the audience fluttered with sensation. Magruder bad a vicarious conscience but a vicarious conscience is good for nothing unless it first cuts close at hothe. Whitefleld said that he never preached a sermon to others till be had first preached it to Geerge Whitefield and Rlagruder's severities had all tho more effect that bis audience could see tbat tbey had full force upon himself.

It is hard for us to understand the elements that produced euch' incredible excitements as resulted from the early Methodist preaching. How at campmeeting, for instance, five hundred people, indifferent to overytbing of the sort one hour before, should be seized durinr a sermon with terror—should cry alou to God for mercy, some of them falling in tranoes and cataleptic unconscious' ne*s and how, out of all this excite ment, there should come forth, In very msny cases, the frnlt of transformed lives seems to us a puzzle beyond solution* But the early Westerners were ss Inflammable aa tow tbey did not delib erate. they were swept into most'of their decisions by oontsgious excitements. And never did any mass of men understand tbe art of exciting by oratory more perfectly than the old Western preachers. The simple hunters to whom they preached had ths,most absolute fsltb in the invisible. The Dsy of Judgment, tbe doom of tbe wieked, and tbe blessedness of the righteous were ss teal and aubetantial in their conception as any facts iu life. They eould abide no refinements. The terribleness of Indian warfare, tbe relentlessness of their own revragefulness, the sudden lynchiogs, tbe abandoned wickedness of the lawless, snd tbe rutblessaees of mobs of regulators were a background upon which tbey founded the most materialistic conception of bell and the most literal understanding of tbe Day of Judgment. Men llko Maftnudar knew how to handle these few positive idess of a future life so that |hey were indeed terrible weapons.

On this evening he wwi particular gins of the peoplesethl which they drove away totMili The indiencetrembled as ijamo in his rude speech and soleiui tion. 'Every man found hi caBed to the bur of MS There was excitement bouee. 8osae were anf

new-m

by tie new-made graves of their chlldren."—for pioneer people are very susceptible to all such appealfi to senslhti-

When at last &e .name to sppsk of Hresge. Kike, who had listened intentftiun tbe finit, found himoelf breathing mf dm

rati Jy

revengeful men wss ss muoh a murderer as If be bed killed bis enemy and' hid «his mangled body in the leaves of. tbe woods where none but tbe wolf could ever find him!"

At these words' he turned to the part of tbsroom wh*re Kike sst, white with feelings* Magruder, looking always for the effect of hia arrows, noted Kike's emotion and paused. Tbe house was utterly still, save now and then a sob from some anguish-smitten soul. The teople were sitting aa if waiting their loom. Kike already saw In bis imagination the mutilatea form of his uncle Bnoeh hidden in the leaves aud scented by hungry wolves. He waited to hear biaown sentence. Hitherto the preacher had spoken with vehemence. Now. be

•topped and b%au again with tears, and in a tone broken with

emotion,

looking

in a general way toward where Kike sat: Q, young man, there are stains of blood on your bands! How dare you hold them up before tbe Judge of all You are another Cain, and God sends his messenger to you to-day to inquire sfter him whom you hsve already killed in your heart. You are a murderer I Nothing but God's mercy can Snatch you from Hell!"

No doubt all this is rude to refined ears. But is it nothing thst by these rude words he laid bare Kike's tins to Kike's conscience? Tbst in |this moment Kike heard tbe voice of God denouncing his tins, and trembled! Can vou do a man any higher service thsn to (himself, in the light of the highest sense of right that he is espable of? Kike for his part, bowed to the rebuke of the preacher as to the rebuke of God. His frail frame shook with fear and penitence, as it bad before shaken with wrsth. O, God! what a wretch I am cried he, hiding his face in his bands. "Thank God for showing it to you, my young friend," responded the preacher. What a wonder that your sins did not drive away the Holy Ghost, leaving you with your day of grace sinned away, as good aa damned already!" And with this he turned and appealed yet more powerfully to tbe rest, already excited by the fresh contagion of Kike's penitence, until there were cries and sebs in sll parts of the house. Some left in baste to avoid yielding to their feeliugs, while many fell upon their knees and prayed.

Tbe preacher now thought It time to change, and offer some consolation. You would say his view of the atonement was crude, conventional and commercial that he mistook figures of speech in Scripture (for general and formulated postulates. But however imperfect his symbols, be succeeded in making known to his bearers tbe mercy of God. And surely tbat is the maiu thing. The figure of speech is but the vessel the great truth that God ia merciful to the guilty, what ds this but the water of life?—not the less refreshing becsuse the jar in whicb it is brought is rude! The^prescher's whole manner changed. Many weeping and sobbing people were swept to the other extreme, and cried sloud for joy. Perhaps Magruder exaggerated the change that bad taken place in them. But is it nothing that a man has bowed bis soul in penitence before God's justice, and then lifted his face in childlike trust,to God's mercy? It is hard for one who has once passed through this experience net to date from it a revolution. There were many who had cot much root in themselves, doubtless, but smong Magruder's bearers this dsy were those who. living hslf a century afterward, counted their better living from tbe hour of his forceful presentatlbn of .God's antagonism to sin, snd God's tender meroy for the sinner.

It was not in Kike to change quickly.

with feeling. When the preacher bad finished preaching, amid cries of sorrow and joy, he began to sing, to an exquisitely pathetic tune, Watts' hymn:

Show ftity, Lord, 0! Lord lorgive, Let a repenting rebel live. Are not tny meicies large ana free?

May not a sinner trust In thee The meeting was held until late. Kike remained quietly kneeling, the 'ougb bis fintters. He

tears trickling through Ills fingers. ___ did not utter a word or cry. In all the confusion he was still. What deliberate recounting of his own misdoings took place tV en, no one can know. Thoughtless readers may scoff at the poor backwoods boy in nis tronble. But who of us would not be better if we could be brought thus face to lace with our own souls? His simple penitent faith did more for bim tbat ail our philosophy hss done lor us, maybe.

At last the meeting was dismissed. Brady, who bad been awe-stricken at sight of Kike's sgony of contrition, now thought it best tbst he and Kike's mother should go home, leaving^ the young man to follow when he chose. But Kike staid immovable upon bis knees. His sense o' guilt hsd become an agony. All those allowances which we lu a .more .intelligent age make for inherited peculiarities and the defects of education, Kike knew nothing about. He believed all his revengefuiness to be voluntary he bad a feeling that unless he found some assurance of God's mercy then he could not live till morning. So the minister and Mr?. Wheeler a two or three brethren tbat bad ooine from adjoining settlements stsid and prayed and talked with the distressed youth until after midnight. Tbe early Metbodlste regarded this persistence as a sure sign of a "sound awakening.

At last the preacher knelt again by Kike, and asked Slater Wheeler" to pray. There was nothing in tbe old Methodist meeting so e«mltnt ss the audible prayers of women. Women oftener than men have a genius for prayer. Mrs. Wheeler began tenderly, penitently to cenfose, not Kike's sins, but the sins of all of them ber penitence fell in with Kike's she confessed the very sins tbat be was grieving ovsr. Then slowly—slowly, as one who waits for another to follow—abe began to turn toward truatfulness. Like a little child she spoke .to God under tbs Influence of her praying Kike sobbed sudibly. Then be seemed to feel the contagion of her faith be, too, looker! to God ass father he* too, felt tbe peace of a trustful child.

The great struggle waa over. Kike waa revengeful no longer. He was distrustful snd terrified no, longer. He hsd •crept into tbe heart of God* and found rest. Call it what yon like, when a man passes through such sn experience, however induced, it separates tbe life that is passed from the life that follows by a great gulf.

Kike, the new Kike, forgiving and forgiven, rose up at the close of the prayer, and with a peaceful face shook bands with tbe preacher and the brethren. ngoicing in this new fellowship. He said nothing, bat when Magrndet sang

I up tjieirtressaie above

Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace

Of aaoa!toitaearliestlovs/?aa* Kike shook hands with them all Main, bade* them cood night, and went home aboftt tbe time that his Mind Morton. Hushed and weary with dancing and pkamua,^ laid himself down to rest. [TOB«xfirmrtnBD.J

Golden Words.

A. i, J. .. ii I I Time's ebario* wheels mske their rosd in fsiieet feces.

Lore is tbs ladder on which we climb to the likeness?of God. Weeds should never biiiiSeen allowed to bloom, nor fools to marry.

He Who swears informs us tbst his bare word is not to be credited. Friendship?* composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.—[Aristotle-

Love Is the seraph snd faith and hope ato but the wings, by which it flies. In this world, full often, our joys tbe only tender shadows which sorrow cast.

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Good has bnt one enemy, tbe evil but evil hss two enemies, the good and itself. —[Cook.

There are two ways of gaining a reputation—to be praised by honest men, or abused by rogues.

Reeolve on tbst kind of life which is most excellent, snd habit will render it the most delightful.

A Wife's bosom should be the tomb of her husbend's fellings, and his chsrscter far more valuable in ber estimation than his life.

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man don't take dress into consideration. 'Tis the value of the blade that fyou inquire into not of the soabbard.

Pound straying, a vague suspicion. The originator of it is hereby requested to arrest its further progress, since its malignity increases as its range is enlsrged.

The motives of our sctions, like the reed pipes of an organ, are ^usually concealed but tbe^gilded'and hollowfpretext is pompously placed in tbe front for show.

He who lesrns and makes no use of his learning is a beast of burden with a load of books. Comprehendeth the ass whether he carries on his back a library or a bundle of fegots?

A clown is sure to displsy his clownish ness, however elevsted by fortune. The est in the fable, when she was turned into fair maiden^oouldn't resist tbe temptation to play wth mice.

In vain do they talk of happiness who never subdued an impulse in obedience to a principle. He who neverjsacrlficed a present to a future good, or a personal to a general one, oan spesk of bsppiness only as the blind do or colors.—[Horace Mann.

We are reformer.* in spring and summer: in sutumn and winter we stand by the old —reforinors in the morning, conservative at night. Reform is affirmative, conservatism Is negative. Conservatism goes for comfort, relorm for truth. —[Emerson.

The historv of the world tea hes no lessons with more impressive solemnity than this: that tbe only safe guide of a great intellect is pure heart tbat evil no sooner takes possession of the heart than folly ooiumencea the oouquest of tbe mind.—[C. C. Bonney.

Tbe room for individuality in religion is immense. It is ntcsssary tbat tbe seul love God and man—these are the banks witbin whicb tbe ocosn of religion must lle.contest, but within these bsnks there may be many shadings,of light snd cloud, and many tones of sea music.— [David Swing.

In a world like tbe present, one of the grandest occupations is thst of giving condolence. We ought sll of us study this holy science of imparting comfort to the troubled. There are many who could look rouud iupon some of their best friends, who wish them well, and are very intelligent, aud yet be able to say to them in aays of trouble, "Miserable comforters are ye all."

Little words are the sweetest to hear little charities fly farthest and stay longest on the wing little flakes are the stillest, little hearts the fullest,and little farms the best tilled. Little books are most read and little songs tbe most loved. And when nature would make anything especially raro and beautiful ahe makes it little—little pearls, little diamonds, little dew drops.

Fight your own battles. Ask no favors of any on6 and you'll succeed five thousand times bettertbsn one who is si ways beseeching some one's patronage. No one will ever help you as you help yourself because no one will borso heartily interestedinjyour affairs. Men who wii\ love do their own wooing. Whether you work for fame, for love, for money,

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