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BY FROST, LAWSON. CORKER <fe Q-I? AY.
VOL. 111. t
WASHING ON SUNDAY.
HOW THE DEACON’S WIFE INTRO
DUCED THE DEACON.
Deecon Flint had decided to move;
had decided to commence moving at
precisely 5 o’clock Monday morning;
July 18; and so on that identical Mon
day morning you might, bad you been
an early riser, have scon that deacon
divested of his coat and his Sunday
dignity, shaking the best room carpet
in the back yard.
There is no need of saying what he
did next, or wha‘. Mrs. Flint was doing
then. They went through the tearing
up- process very much as other people
do; and not being endowed with an
over-abundance of this world’s goods,
the last load of furniture, consisting of
the deacon’s wife and baby, and the
best room looking glass, was on its way
to the depot at 5 o’clock, p. m.
“Blessed be nothing!” exclaimed the
tired little woman, as the deacon help
ed her out of the wagon. “If we had
been Squire Ransom’s folks, Samuel,
we shouldn’t have been more than a
quarter through now, would we? My !
how my poor bones would have ached
through this time to-morrow night. I’m
glad the Loud knows what’s best for
me,” she added, taking the baby from
the deacon, and looking around.
It was but a few hours’ ride to C.,
and just in the coolest dusk of the
July twilight they walked up the street
to their new home, very tired, and
thankful they were not Squire Ran
som’s folks, but just themselves, if they
did have to work late that eight put
ting up the kitchen stove and uppack
ing dishes and bedding.
Tuesday was a day of many troubles.
The babies were tired and fretful; day
light revealed a coating of dirt on the
doors and windows, the depth of which
they knew not before; and the heat was
iutense. But the deacon possessing
uutiring energy, and his little wife the
sunniest of tempers, they succeded so
well that by Thursday night, as be
came into the kitchen with an armful
of wood where his wife was washing
dishes, she commenced singing :
‘ The Deacon thinks his work is a’most done,
Cut I feel as if miueliadjust begun."
“Did you hear that, Samuel ?” she
said, laughing and turning round to
look at him.
It was prayer meeting night, and the
deacon wont to prayer-meeting for the
first time in C., took an active part,
and after meeting waited to shake
hands with the minister and some of
the brethren, answer their inquiries
and present his letters. He had the
satisfaction of feeling, on his way home,
that he had made a good impression ;
it pleased him; it would have pleased
us; and he told his little wife that
night, iu his grave way, that he “hoped,
coining as he did in the midst of a
strange people, there might never be
an occasion of remark against him
while ho remainod amongst them.”
“I’m sure I hope not, Samuel,” she
said, looking up innocently in his face,
and adding, as she nestled up her little
brown head on his shoulders, “I don’t
feel muoh alarmed about it.”
Tho next day (Friday) the deacon
weut back to the old home, having
some business settlements to make
there. “Can’t tell exactly when I shall
be back; probably not till Monday
noon ; guess there’s enough wood split
to last till then, Good by,” he said, and
was gone.
The wee woniau went baok singing
to her half-washed dinner dishes, and
with one foot ou the cradle-rocker, she
scoured tho knives, while she told the
story of “Jack and Jill.” Wheu the
last kettle was washed, the kettle, stove
and table brushed and scoured to the
usual shade of black and white, the
baby asleep in her uost of a cradle—
bless her!—-she washed the pretty faces
“BALUB FOPULI BUPBBMA LEX ESTO.”
WAYNESBORO’, GA., SATURDAY, APRIL 5, 1873.
till they blushed like red peppers, and
then settled them in their trundle bed
for a nap.
Dear little woman! she did look so
tired as she came out from the bed
room and stopped to bru-h a fly from
under the mosquito-net over the baby
it would have mado your back ache to
look at her. But the cheery heart iu
the weary body asserted itself, and she
smiled with the thought of all s’ie
would do before the deacon came back.
I must slick my hair up a little, so
if any one should come I would’t
spoil the deacon's reputation,” she said
to herself, going up to a little glass
that hung between the kitchen windows.
Just. then a gem of a sunbeam flashed
in at the window, and seemed tc tan
gle itslf all up in her wavy brown hair.
“Oh how pretty,*she said, with a blu-h
and a laugh like a child’s, “Guess if
somebody had been at home I’d had a
kiss then !” and off she flew to her work.
How like magic the white curtains
went up and the cobwebs came down ;
how the best room looking-glass shone
after its polishing, and the old daguer
reotype of “Samuel in his best days”
never shone through so clean a surface
as it did that day. So the time flew,
bringing the deacon’s return nearer.
One morning she awakened early, en
tirely free from the wretched headache
she had the day before. “I want it
all done; the kitchen cleaned up and
my dress changed before Samuel cotnes
at noon.” Quiet ly dressing so as not to
awaken the children, she slipped out
into the kitchen, built a fire and com
menced operations. How she did work.
Every step told of something done, and
at half-past teD, despite all her hind
rances from baby, who was cross, she
was hanging out her elothss, so snowy
white they dazzled her eyes as the sun
shone oa them. One end of the clothes
line ran nearly out to the front fancc,
through the sideyard, and the whitest
nicest clothes were hung there, of course.
“How many people are passing,” she
thought to herself, “and how they all
stared at me; guess it must be the
clothes though, instead of me,” and she
terfderly pinned the rear of one of the
deacons shirts to the line. Hark ! was
that the front gate ? Before she had
time to turn around, the deacon’s ener
getic strides had brought him close to
her; but what was the matter?
“Martha—Pendleton—Flint!” he ex
claimed, “what in the world are you
doing? Come straight into the house!”
With a look that defies description,
the little body straightened itself up as
high as it would go, as she said, “Not
until you speak to me different from
that, Samuel, aud tell me why,” her lip
quivering. •
“Didn’t you see the people all going
to meeting, aud you hanging out shirts ?
Its Sunday morning 1 Such a laugh
as rang out then on the Sunday air,
I’m sure the people never heard before.
“Oh, Samuel,” slfe said, holding her
sides, “it’s so funny ! No wonder the
people stared at me and my clothes.
Oh, oh, oh !” and she sank down ou the
grass in a convulsion of laughter.
The poor deacon was scandalized.
“Martha!” he said, in such a sadly
anxious tone she only laughed the more,
and it was not till she looked up in his
face that she realized how he was touch
ed ; then she walked up soberly into the
house. The door closed behind them.
She went up to him with a littte caress,
and said, “Samuel, kiss and forgive me,
and I’ll go to work and ravel it out. I
truly will,” aud she laughed again with
the thought of what she had been guil
ty of, till the deacon kissed her, and
laughed too, iu spite of himself. Then
ho walked to the window and looked
out.
“You are not going to let them clothes
bang out there all day, are you, Martha
Flint ?”
“Of course I am; you don’t suppose,
! now I’ve got them out, God’s going to
TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
> grudge mo his sunshine to dry them
with, because its Sunday, do you ?
Why, it would be wicked to briug
them in before sundown. But see here,
Mr. Deacjn, it’s about timo I called
you to account, I think. How came
you to be travelmg to-day. Gue s there’s
a little Sunday breaking on both sides,
isn’t there?”
Tho deacon turned slowly around
and sat down. Then perching herself
on his knee, she took his honest brown
face in Iter hands, and said, “Bea good
boy, and toll me all the truth; remember
George Washington, dear.” The dea
con smiled, just a trace of trouble in
his smile, and taking the hands that
held him captive in his own, said,
“Well, little woman, I had everything
up last night, ready to start for home
on the 5 o’clock train. Somehow I
must have been uncommon tired, or
else it was the heat, leastways I drop
ped asleep in the depot, and missed
the train. Then I thought I’d take
the 9 o’clock train and get home at
midnight, so you wouldn’t be lonesome
Sunday, but wo broke down, and just
got here half an hour ago. Then to
think, after walking through town from
the cars, and folks a looking at me on
their way to church ?”
“To think, Samuel,” she broke in,
“after that dreadful trial, you should
walk in at your front gate and find
your wife hanging out clothes in your
front yard, and you a deacon of good
standing in tho church ! dear, dear,
dear ! What yo you suppose the Lord
will do to me for thinking it was wash
ing day ?” “I don’t think,” she added
“he’ll be very hard with me, because
yesterday was my Sunday, though I
had such a sick headache, it seems I
didn’t know much about tho day. I’ll
tell you what, Samuel, I’ll stay at home
with the babies to-night, and you cau
go to meetiug, and then piece out your
Sunday to-morrow, won’t that do?”
But the deacon couldn’t got over it ;
his heart was heavy; and while his wife
was busy in the kitchen be put on his
hat, and with his hands clasped reve
rently behind him (his Sunday way)
slowly and solemnly he walked out
to the clothes lines. Most of the clothes
were dry, for the sun was very hot, and
one dv one he dropped the snowy tbiugs
into the basket, unconsciously humming
to himself, “Have pity, Lord! O Lord,
forgive.”
Mrs. Flint was washing dishes, and
nearly dropped her best glash dish,
when the deacon walked in with the
clean clothes. “I could not stand it,
Martha,” he said iu explanation.
“Guess I must sprinkle and iron
them, to-day, Samuel—would you?”
she said, archly.
The deacon merely ejaculated a dis
approving “My Dear!” and went into
the old room to read his Sunday news
paper.
By-and-by the people began to come
front church. What a suddeu supris
ed interest they seemed to have taken
in his house premisos; they gazed and
stared aud looked back, aud gazed
again, but the deacon was an humble i
man—it did not flatter him; he read
his newspaper and sighed again, and
then fell to thinking. A little while
after two arms stole softly around his
neck, and’a dear voice said, “Forgot
all about it, dear, and I’ll- ”a knock
at the door interrupted, and she went
to open it.
She had brushed her brown, wavy
hair, and dressed in a cool white mus-!
lin dress, with tar between dottings of
pink, and looked not a bit like the
guilty little washer woman she was.—
She opened the door, and Deacon Frost
and Elder Cummins introduced them
selves and miked in with stately bows.
Deacon Flint rose from his open Bible,
and more introductions followed; where
upon Elder Cummins cleared his throat
arid, in a piping voice, said:
“You must excuse, Deacon Flint, our
coining on such a day, but we ftiought
it best that explanation should
be made before our people agaiu gather
ed for evening service!”
“Oh, I know whatyou mean, I guess,
Elder Cummins, you want to know why
I kept yesterday for Sunday, instead
of to-day, don’t you? Well, the fact
was, the deacon was away, and I made
a miscount of the days somehow, and I
was so busy settling, and so yesterday
was my Sunday, though I was in bed
all day with a siok headace, and so
didn’t find out my mistake at all. Then
wasn’t it funny? I got up at 5 o’clook
this morning and went to washing,
thinking it was Monday, and I’d got
all through before the deacon came
borne ; I decare I’ve laughed so about
it that I fairly ache,” and the little
feminine offender laughed again, and so
contagiously that tbo three laughed
with her.
“I’ve been so good, though, older,
the rest of the day, I’m sure the Lord
has forgiven me for it,” and she smiled
so sweetly they both were oompletely
won. When they rose to go Deacon
Frost said to Deacon Flint, “It is our
missionary meeting to-night, brother,
and a little explanation from you there
will set the matter right, I guess.”
Up spoke the feminine again. “Oh,
yes, Deaoou Frost, Samuel was intend
ing to exphin to-night. I only wish I
could be there, but I can’t leave the
babies.”
“If you have no objections, Mrs.
Flint,” replied the deacon, “my Susie
will come and stay with them, and let
you go, she would be so delighted.”
“O, thank you—that would bo so
nice you are very kind !” and she bowed
them out of the door.
“Ain’t you glad you married me,
Samuel, instead of Abigail Howe?” said
the small woman, smiling up at him.
No matter what the deacon said aud
did.
As she was setting the tea-table, that
night, she broke iuto another merry
laugh..
“What’s the nutter now, dear?” said
the deacen.
“0, Samuel, I was thinking how you
must have looked coming up the street
with your Sunday walk, your hands
folded solemnly behind you, till you
got to the gate and saw me hanging up
your shirts in the front yard, then how
suddenly you broke into your week-day
stride. Ha! ha!” and they laughed
together till the tears came.
Supper over dishes washed, baby
asleep, Susie telling stories, the deacon
and his wife started to church.
‘‘Don’t be too humblo, Samuel,” she
whispered at the door, “work in a little
spice, if you can, and I’ll tread on your
oorns when it is time to stop.”
The meeting was opened as usual ;
then Brother Dean was called upon for
a report from India.
A little wiery, black-eyed man arose
and said : “Brethren, it’s not much
use reporting from heathen oo untries
when right in our midst deacon’s travel
on Sunday, and deacon’s wives wash
and bang out clothes before our very
eyes as we walk to the house of God !
i call for an explanation.”
Deacon Flint tried to rise, bat some
body pulled him down, and tbo next
minute the whole congregation was
electrified by the sound of a •rrett,
womanly voioe, saying : “Now, O Lord,
’stablish tby word unto thy servant, so
shall I have wherewith to answer him
that reproaches me, for I trust in thy
word.” Then turning to him she said :
“My brother, you shall bavo an expla
nation and in a simple, ehild-like
way she told the story of her mistake
and the deaoon’s wife, then added:
“My brother, judge nothing before the
time until the Lord come. For we
shall stand before the judgment-seat of
Christ, and every one shall give an ac
count of himself to Go; let us not,
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I NO. Ml.
therefore, judge one another any more!
Your sleep, my brother, will be sweet
to-night, if your heart is at peace with
Cod, as mine is, for ‘I am persuaded
that neither life nor death, nor angels,
nor principalities, not powers, nor
thing*, present, nor depth, nor any other
creature shall bcablo to separate me front
the love of God, which is in Christ
Jesus our Loud.”
The next morning Rev. Henry Brown
and bis wife called very unceremonious
ly on the new deaoon. ‘We knew it
wouldn’t be washing-day here,” laughed
Mrs. Brown, “so we came here early.
I could hardly wa't to get here to talk
over the funny affair. Henry said af
ter you sat down, last night, he felt
like iuviting you iuto the pulpit.”
“Why, bless me P* said the astonish
ed little body, blushing like a girl, “I
felt so ashamed of myself after I got
under the deacon’s ooat! ’Twas the
first time I ever spoke in my life.”
“I hope it won’t be the last, Mrs-
Flint, if you always speak as much to
the purpose as you did last night!” said
minister, the coming forward.
“Yes,” broke in his wife, “Henry
said he’d advocate woman’s speaking
in meeting after this.”
“It was capital, said Mr. Brown, re
crossing the room to where the deacon
stood. 'That’s what Joe Doan has
needed for a long time, a good reproof,
but no one had the courage to give it
to him. Yojr little wife has done jost
what the whole parish will thank her
for.”
“Everybody I’ve seen since is just
enraptured with you,” said his wife to
the laughing heroine, who had been
rehearsiog all the funny passage to her.
“You have made yourself famous; look
out for plenty of calls this week!”
“Oh, well,” she said, tossing the
baby, “the washing is done, and I shall
have plenty of time.”
Mrs. Brown laughed and said: “I
think I will send you word next Satur
day night, that the next day will bo Sun
dap, aud you had better not wash till
Monday.”
“Mrs. Flint,” said the minister, ‘‘l
think you arc fully competent to man
age your own affairs, without any of
niy wife’s interference,” and, so, laugh
ing merrily, they started.
“Samuel,” said his bonnic wife, as she
reached the door, “don’t you think I’ve
introduced you pretty well ? Will you
ever call me Martha—Pend leton —Flint
again when I am hanging up your shirt
in the front yard?”
Somebody was chased out into the
kitohen just then, and laughed so loud
it wakened the baby.
Courage in Every-day Like. —Have
the courage to discharge a debt while
you have the money in your pocket.—
Have the courage to do without that
which you do not need, however much
your eyes may covet it. Have the
oourage to speak to a friend in a “seedy”
coat, even though you are iu company
with a richer one and riohly attired.
Have the courage to make a will, and
a just one. Have the courage to tell a
man why you do not lend him your
money. Have the courage to show that
you respect honesty, in whatever guise
it appears, and contempt for dishonest
duplicity, by whomsoever exhibited.
Have the courage to wear old olothes
until you pay for your Jew ones.
A True Simile. —We have often
looked for a sentence that would clearly
explain it. A western, paper kindly
supplies the want in this beautiful si
mile: “You might as well attempt to
ahampoon an elephant with a thimble
ful of soap-suds as to attempt to do
business and ignore advertising.”
Oakes Ames said to an interviewer
that Colfax “lied like a dog, sir.” It
has not been proved that the canine is
an untruthful animal. Why seek to
reduce him to the level of Crodit MoV
ilicr Congressmen ?