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Newspaper Page Text5 ,i sawTHE CONSTITUTION. VOL. XVIII. ATLANTA. GA.. TUESDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 22 1885. PRICE FIVE CENTS. The Last of the Lindsey Horses. BY PAT T L OKANT. ‘‘Weeping Willow" church was crowded to overflowing to hear that eloquent divine, the ltov. Hardy Pryor, preach the funeral die- courts of tho late lamonted Ebeneser Kicker, eon. The Her. Hardy Prvor was a colored gentle man o( about thirty dve; very black, with vary red lips, large and doe looking, but with that air of pompom Importance peculiar to the aucccttlul negro preacher. His face was black shiny; hie broadcloth euit waa black and . ahlny, and hia >llk hat waa black and ahioy. YOU could elmoit see bie face in hie boot*, end you could almoat ace hi* boot* in hia face. The reTerend gentleman had commenced life ai the alare of a wealthy stock raiaer In Tan- ueeaee, a Ur. Lindsay, and he and hit lather had been two ot the principal trainers of fast hone-, of which fc r. Lindsay had a number. Indeed the father, Uncle Paro Popcorn, had been a great jockey in hie time; and hit ion Htrcuiea—corrupted into “Hacciaa,” degen erated into "Hatlimo" by hia own color—waa not only a good ridor but a fine breaker In a ad trainer of horses, excelling lntbe management ol vicious ones, which stood graatly in awe of him. With freedom came a change of Ideas, and Hacclae became converted and resolved to prepare for the ministry. His religious edu cation waa taken lu hand by a benevolent northern institution, and Hacciaa I-tued from its walls “educated through and through,” his colored admirers said, and cartaialy a changed man. The hone trainer had become the aleek preacher, and Hercnlea- Hacclae-Hattlme Pop corn was lost to sight in the Rev. Hardy Pryor. Old Uncle Paro Popcorn viewed the great change In hie son with, wonder and delight. He declined, however, to make any alteration In his osrn name. •■Popcbrn good enough for ebery day, and Ziindtay do for Buodtys. Ole marater don’t jnlmljmy usin’ it I wui mentor's, and wot- eber fa marstcr’a it mine.” 8o old Unole Paro P-.peorn on week days and old Mr. Pharoah Lindsay on Sundays camo now to Weeping Willow church on this great occasion to hear his ton’s grand sermon. Tho Rev. Hardy Pryor had already risen to great eminence In hia protection, and was regarded na a bright and shining llghtamong hia people. Uncle Paro sat close to the pulpit, where he - could Idrlnk In every word, and catch, at It were, the drippings of the sanctuary. The reverend gentleman took for his text, "Death on the pale horn,” and handled the subject in a masterly manner; at least so ths to "settle down,” a sudden conversion caused by Jeff’s having lost hia haart, and almoat his hetd, to a very protty girl whose sober-sided, well-to-do father objected to her marrying that “harum scarum, gambling fellow.” A compromise bad been effeeted, and on Jeff's agreeing to forswear the turf, and invest ten thousand dollars In the father’s bnslnsss as surety that he could support the daughter, the old gentleman would give hia consent. - The bargain made, the next thing was to carry it out. The only chance waa to sell Firefly, but that waa no easy nutter. The horse’s beauty and speed were undeniable, but so, also, waa hlssavago temper. However at last a man waa found who chanead to see Firefly on one of his fair days, when he was in a good humor. He sras charmed with his beauty, delighted with his speed, and with the record Jeff snowed him of the fewracea he had won and the time made. Of these races which he htd refused to ran, ol the time spent in throwing his riders, of trying to get at their lrga rather than use his own, of trying to kilo them, Jeff said but litUs, contenting himself with stating that he "had a devilish temper and loved to kick and bite, but that Jerry could manage him,” which was strictly true; Jerry, his present rider, being the first person ot whom Firefly evinced any fear since Htcelas, his old breaker In and trainer, had lelt him for the more elevating occupation of contending with the prince ol darknees. And now the eventful day had at last or- Hera Mr. Lindsey stayed the old man’c farther eloquence by looking at his watchand declaring he must sea after Firefly, so he pro ceeded to retrace hfs steps toward the stables, accompanied by Uncle Paro. On tho wty ho confided to him all his hopes and plans, and that tho baantilul young lady they had just ent of Firefly’a speed and ol Jcrry’a ability to manage him, already lelt that the money was his. He bad, In his mind’s eye, peid over the ten thousand to old Mr. Huntley lor a share In the business, and ths money won balls of hia audience thought, especially those in, who could appreciate any- who were draymen, who eonld appreciate any- I thing touching the horae, whether he be pals or black. And ccriainly the Rev- Hardy > treat on the cnbjeot ot the horse. "There la,” said he, "many horses and many riders, and some is pale, both horse'and rider; and withjsomo both is black; and a few is sorrel; yea, both tbo horse and his rider.” Here a black drayman nudged a fellow dray man who sat beside him, and, it chanced, drovo a sorrel tome. "But he that rideth upon the pale horse it tho most-mightio3t of all. A ad our Brother Nickerson ia " ' ‘ ' follow ivs n fluaru m tut) uusiucss; uuu tuo uiuuo/ wuu on the race would furnlan him with a "nice little wedding outfit.’* He had called on Firefly at bis stable early in the morning, found him well and in a good humor, with hia baloved Jerry mounting guard over him. A few houra later he brought Roealte down to the stablet to see the horse on whom their fata bang; and after ahe bad ad mired him and said "it was a shame to tall sneh a beauty,” and Jeff had said, "Yes, and the last ol my father’s horses, too; but I got a treasure In exchange,” and then he preiiod the little gloved hand resting on his arm, and mo mm giuTcu uiuu reaving uu bib arm, aim they sauntered back, he pointing out all the miniature model farm to lead an arcadian life together forever and forever. Than they watched the trslcs come pumng in every lew minutes, discharging their crowds Ol people, who kept streaming into the grounds, eager for the expected race. The amphitheatre was a sea of faces, and long rows ol carriages lined the way. No one would have dreamed that Jeff had anything at atake, seeing him Urns idly loitering about. At last they met Rosalle’a parents with some friends, and they all stopped to ask alter tho famous bone on which so mnch depondad. As Jeff, gay and boujant, stood chatting there, a pair ot arme encircled him like a belt, while a pair of black bande, by way of clatp, joined over his waiit in front, r~ J ’ and a voice criedi “II Tore on’t my young mareterl W’y, Marco Jeff, hcncy, I’so bin a lookin’ for yer tvcrvwhar.” all of which Information Uncle Pero drank In with kreathlera delight. "A-abLawd! Yerdon’itellmel An'sleh a pritty young lady I Well, en’t disolsnlggsr S led. How proud yer po' ole mammy would a’ been ef she eonld ha’ lib to teen dla day— and ice sonny wife. Well, ole Paro'U come sn’ dance at yer weddin*. An’ den he’ll come an' lib wldyer an' do jobs. I tell srot'a de Lord's trute, Marie Jefferson, I ra-ader lib wld w'ito folks dan nigger anyway; dey’a mo’ to my I’ll etan by yer to de een’.” fas’ejro , By the time thte programme ol biles had' been drawn out they retched the atablee, end Jeff eaw that there was somo little commotion going on. "What’e the row?” ho eeked, comlng'np. "Jerry, eth," eaid one of the hoetlera. “Jer ry complain! of bein’ aiok an’ aay he can’t ride.” "The devil he doer I It’e all pnt on. Ife’a at mean as the horse. Bend him to ms. If he trifles with me I'll half kill him. I do wish, dad, Hacciaa had nevar left me." "I wish eo, too, Marie Jefferson,” said the sympathising I'aro; "but Hacciaa, ’o feel, ’e bad a call to preach.’’ “I with he had been deaf and couldn't hear it,” muttered Jeff. "Why, what’e tho matter with the horse? 1 ’ he asked, aa be stood in tho stable door, end taw Firefly, billhead erect and oytballigleaming, looking half betide himself with rage, "Why, he waa aa mild as a May morning when I left him.” “Jerry on'two etrango men wer' In yere otter you left, t worryin’ him,” said hostler, "Den dey went off togodder an' do two men wee laughin’ an’ Jerry a grlnnin’. "He’ll grin when I get hold of him,” mut tered Jefl7 white with rage. "Well," as ths man returned, "where’s Jet Jerry?” Tom say ’e see ’em git ran wlsl till twn mun '• Jerry done gono. on de tisln an’ go to town wld da two man.’ "Soldi by jove!” Lindsey cried, and stood for an Instant gasing round him like one dared. Undo Tiro, meanwhile, had vanturedinto the liable, crying out, "Whoa,Sawney! whoa, eah I” and Firefly, who had at first advanced to the edge of hit stall, with backing oars and grinning Teeth, apparently with the kindly Intention of nipping oil the old man's scalp, now balled at the old familiar n ~" namo and fin ally emitted a low whlnney of recognition.” "See, Meres Jell, he knoin mel Ef I was a leetla younger I’d ride him inryer. Delow black nlggerl to earve yer eol” “Boye, do any of " y of you with to. make a few Lindsey ’ ’ *—’— n asked,turning to the f cYorcod gensioman todkoSassiontoyr. of tho heinous sin ot hnJeo racing, hiiTaniniL' F . having been called to that subject by thafttatlr ! Why, oh fair which was then being hold, and at which .... ......... much good homo lleth was displayed, homo racing being tho great attraclidh, ami much money changing hand*. ' r • "VauitT ot vanities,aailh the preacher, all it Vanity. But tho biggost vanity of all is borio racing, fdr it is to throw your good money ata lione's beds and lot him gallop off with it. I apeak Slist of which I known, for, my brethren, in tho days of bondage, in tho timoi of Egyptian darkness, I helped to win many a man’s money and gallop ofi with it into tho wilderness of sin. But, my brethren, them dejs arc |now psst. Them d*y» Coil winked at. But,what saith the scriptures? But now nil men aro called on to hear tho truth. And I lilt, up my testimony and do testify to tho liaynous sinfulness of horse racing.” “Amen!” cried old Mr. Pharaoh Lindsa dovoutly from tho front coat. "Amt now to return to tho pale horsi and hiardor. I cm see hit tracks aiound boro Bincomy lutvi it Yea death, that ridrron tho Pile liersc, has been traveling over thorn parts right posrt of late. Ho has called at BOmehuucsa’.nito ar.d at twelve, and at two, and has even brea inovnto call at come as Boon a ■ fo r o’clock io tbo morning. Here lies Erotbcr Ibai C:er His eves is ihct, his hands isaliff, aid lo I' dead. Wh'ro he is gono wa do not know, tut wo shall kaow in tho morn- | ho ejaculated, shaking his hand warmly, indifferent to tho mirth of tho company, "whore did you como Irom?” "Ah, sonny, ’tie mo, an’ I knowod I’d s’prist^ysr; dart w’y I, sneak up so sol'ly. "Now there’s Si to- l ist Ain Shipley who dtaa lest week. W« * 1 k .ow she went to Heaven, bat where Brother Ete lexer is gone I cannot ray, but we a a'l know in the morn- jig.” x. e:e the congre; a’.ion bn it out tinging: “Io dat m- mtn. In dal mo nla’. We'li a’ much to a liter In dat moraln' Wt'c abo.it an’ go nun’, wa'n as iu' an’ go roun,' tV,*11 ahou aa’ V- roan’ tut w. ati all dere.” This part of the discourse about Ebenezsr waa simply a figure of speech, for he had been deed end burled a week or more. Bat tho congrsgetlon thought it a flat flight of fancy, and birhly approved it. At leist the bulk ol them did. A small minority dlstppnvtd, as is the wey of minorities, and on the assemely dispersing old Sister Pbmbe remarked jeeriegly to nsr fallow that aha “thought tho sermon Wur to be the funeral of Brother Nickerson, and ’twaz nothin' bat dt pile horse. New wet has de pale horse to do wid Nickerson I esn't “Dot's 'case you Is a po' ignorant black Aimn." prisil IfnsU Pirn. her 'omen,” cried Uncle Pari/, who orerheard her, "an* can’t un’erstan’ nuttin’. I’ll lot yon know my son, da Rev’rent Ha’dy Pryor, en’t no preacher to be sneezed at. He’s tuns punkins—he ia dat. Ob, Lewd, dat he is 1”^; t It was a delightful morning in October, 1S?4 end the whole city was preparing for a holi day. It was ths gala day of tbs fair, rasa day, and cvcryona was harrying ont to it* tha fan. The horse* entered this year had been nu merous and excellent, and besides ths usual neisc there was to be a race between Eclipse and Firefly. Eclipse hid already won several races and a name fur himself, while Firefly bad eo lar only wen the promise of a name. It was admitted that he wee a fine racer when he chose to ran, bat, owing to his fisndish ' at half his urns kicking and temper, he epem biting at bis rider, so that It we* no easy mat Piling si on nucr, sues is was no easy mas ter to get him either groom or jockey. Bat bis prrnent rider managed him finely, and his backers expected great tbiegs of him. Hia owner, Jeff Lindsay, wax ia fin* spirits and languin* ol anccasa. Firefly was the last of all the Lindsay horae*. The old man waa dead, and Jeff hid managed by reckless extravagance to make the whole property fly like rare horses end disappear ire la sigh’ * L "’ * ~ light. Naught wa* left but Firefly, end he remained only on account of hit known demon temper—e rather undesirable piece of property. In truth, Jefl’e chief Interest In the race today was a chance he htd of selling him. A noted turfman, attracted by tbe borae’e peat beauty, had offosod tan thousand dollar* for him in rasa he wen the race, an offer Jeff wsaonlytooanxionetoaerapt. He was heart Sly lick and tired el the horae, and lately very lick arfftired of a turfmxn’a life, and longed •Boor notion. . , *na Jeff, Pee bln a lookin’ for yer ebery wbar. I year yer hole Is to run today, but I dliretnymber any slch a namo ex Fire- ^’Selim,” eaid Jeff, laughing. "That waa father’! name lor him, but I thought Firefly would be more taking." “SawnyP’crlod the old man; "in course I members him. Lawd I no chance to forglt him w’en my lag aches wid de kick he gin it. 'Tween dat an’ de rheumatia yer ole dadls itlff ell obor, chile.” “So I eee,’’ laid Jeff, stooping to pick up the old men’e hat, a battered gray beaver. "Who on earth hav* yon there?” asked Mr. Huntley. “Ladles and gentlemen,” eaid Lindsay, gravely, "allow me to present to yon my old dad, the husband ef my old tntmmy, better known es Uncle Pero Popcorn, lie was a mighty jockey in hia day.” ...— .. - ’ sheold man, delight- Jesse, jeaao,” cried „ cdly, bowing and ecraplng. "So I was ’to' I get cripple dup.” "Fey roll, did you call him?” (aid Mr. Hnitley. "I hope, Jeff, bis nams will bring ytugood luok.” "Paro. sal)t Paro Popcorn ob a weok-a day, but Mr. Pbaraoh Lindsay ob a Sunday. Eh, Msrso Jefferson? Yer doesn't grudge me yer esme?” "Not et all, sot at all,” cried Jeff. "You'r* welcome to an? thing In tbe world I have, dad. Vie the namo as much as yon please.” “Yer je r dat new?” said Unci# Paro. ' En’t it a good ting to hab good Chilian?" “Very sstlatactory,” said Mr. Hastily. "At d eo your Sunday name la Pbaraoh?" "Yu,sab;’tismo‘’ipectablo like. Parols gcod ’naff for ebery day west; bit Sunday, tetri ter, Hike sometln* better and more eol- mm like; todenf’secailed Poaraob. Hawut a finegcn’iimtn maretor, a sing, ash. 'lit* icod ntme tobsbjit most bring me good luck, lie ’peered tsrllb a 'oag lime, fu he it man- lloiedway Iron, time ob Abraham to drt cnEolomnn.” lie must have bean pretty old,” eaid ft -Aka UlUBb HttlU UVVU Jfffllt/ VIUp »l gravely ‘Almost as old ai yon, dad.' "I’a bary ole.” said Paro, with an ol pride- "pretty nigh t hund’ed.” "Why, 1 thought yon wen old Mif Lindsey’s jockey/’said Mr. Huntlsy. "So I was, lab, and htlp broke in all hie hoeees. An’ my eon Hattimo, be dat Is now Ha Ttavrtint IfsMv Priiw. h* hrnV> Hti vsr da Revrunt Ha’dy Pryor, b* brok* dis yer came Firefly. 01* msreter name him Selim, but w’en I year dat waa da nams ob a httdan, I call him by da good Christian namo ob Saw ney. An’ tor do namo ob Sawnoy bo uu to answer. An'w’en Hattime ley, <wboa, Saw ney I’ '* trlmblo all obor.” “Where la Hacciaa?” aakad Jeff. “Hattime la yore in town, Mario Jefleraon.” “is bo skill a bone trainer?” asked Mr. Huntley. "Mr. Marster,” laid tbo old man, “hatigtn np do ways ob sin die long time. He’s do Revrunt Ha'dy Pryor. Ho preach loft night at Wetpin’ Wilier on death on do polo hoes, and da sinfulness ob bone racin’. Titus a met'glot isos an’ rawivin’diacoarte; an’ all dt peoplt abontod,” cried Uncle Paro, proud ly. “Yen oto, marster, bo onst took great de light la bon* raeing, but now bo't converted ter ho da error ob hia ways.” “And what bronfbtyou bore?’’ asked Jeff. i* Jefienon,” laid Uncle Para, -'Wall, MartO acucraon, Hi* uncio ruv, with a deprecatory smile, "w’en I year yon sin cr no sin. I want te>’■ bosses trot ont once agin—In die vale ob tflifl ** ailstrst Prnla Pam jMsoihlnlssa Ike added Unci* Paro, combining the tiro styles cf tpercb. “So I lay loHtUfme, *H*t- time, I’te gwine Ur ine&k 'iraj an* mi Mai m J«ff »n* do hci«;’ an* HnUimt '« him na 1 _ haw, bat 'e com* loo, an* U a tknlkin* roan 1 yere lomcwbnr now. But Ltwd, Marta Jeff. yam (viaicnuM uvat UUI J/lAH, MlflfliimUp wa can’t help It. Wort bred lads bans will e- mo ont in do bide. An* trior all, wot sin ia dors in a boea’e heels? I aa’t a gwlae tor set op ter bo above my bettors,” nil Uncle Paro, griming and bowing. hundreds? 1 bottlers, ‘To pay lor our buryin', Marie Jell?” Sam laid, grinning and shaking his head. "Old Dad, didn’t yon say Hacclns was hers?” Jeff criod, eagerly. *• Yes, Marie Jofferion; but ho won’t ride, now. He’s a profeeain* minister ob de gooptlJ' ■Then I’m ruined I” criod Jeff, passion ately. "Is dere no one del will ride?” old Pero asked, uneasily shitting hem foot to foot. “No one; they aro ali afraid." Unci* Toro hesitated a moment, and then, with "Wait a minute, Marts Jeff, don’t be down-hca’lcd,” hurried off at a dog trot to where, by previous arrangement, ho was to meet his reverend son, who was doairous of paying his respects to the horse and Rsownor “ ~ ate interview. . ... »i*--e5Sh'.o Jy,ie/J ■mine on; Maras Jen wanted kfhev hurried back, laid tho Caio im in all its bearings—financial, mat rimonial, sporting. "He’s iomak’mo'dan ton t’ouian’dollars efSawny beat do race; an* ho kin marry a beautiful young lady ef 'e git de money; and yere,at de top o’ de ball, a’moa’, dat good for yercongt’atlonl Dey’e nuttin’but niggers, no wty. Bnt how kfn you face yer marster who 'pen’s bn yer of yer loabe him In de lu’ch?” “I am a minister of the gospel, and It don’t befit m; ‘ -fit my dignity,’’ began tho Rev Hardy. “Shot up all dat trash! yer ain’t nuttin’ ob de sort I Yer ain't reverent Ha’dy rnror: yer’a nuttin' but Hattimo Popcorn, an’ a black nig ger at dat. An .-f yer don’t ride dls race lor Morse j*ff I’ll brake ebery bone in yer body!” Negress bold a queer control over their child co, and the Rev. Hardy l’ryor took this tirade from his Irate eire without venturing any .vtort. "I.ej -;n on him oaay, Dad/’ laid Lindsey, half laughing. "He’s coming round.” “Time ho was,” sold Mr. Morrison, “for there’s none to be lost.” “I don't mean to be no wayi disobliging, Marse Jiff,” began tbs ex-rider. "I understand, I understand, cried Jeff, "ard I wouldn’t urgo It, Hscofss, If 1 wasn’t to sneh a fix; but It must bo either yon or nobody." "I’ll ride, Mine Jeff,” he said, coming up to Lindsey and touching bis -hat. "Church or no church. I can’t turn my back on my own metier when ho is In a distress, even ii they do turn Bit but.” "And I’ll pay yon hsndiomely, Hacolas," cried Jt IT. “I dc -’t won’t nopay,’’ said tha ex-rider In offender tone. "Money can’t pay for it.” “Indeed, it ran’t,” uld Jeff, with ready tact, an i grasping his hand. "Only I see no reoscu I should sponge on my own people.” ’‘Never min "bout dat now,” cried Unele Paro, “oomo iso trier Sawney; ho’a a workin’ crelf Into a powerful rage.” Tbi:- wss so. He could bp hoard kicking and ph-Dgingala groat ratof and old Paro, sallying Into the •table, crying, "Whoa, Saw ney," ind trusting to that namo aa a charm, would.hcva been scalped by tbe vicious brute, who Hutched his head over tho bsrof tho uip.u: ed the old man back. Yere, ItaUime, you go lurrard an’speak ■■ ic?r, uamuir* you j to tb* outdacious baas’.” nacelle accordingly went "furrfird," and sieaing tbe horse by tbe the now, repeated the spell, “Who*, Sawney I” Firefly started, stared, and then uttered a joyful wfiinney. But Ilecclas, pulling no faith !u his dsmonstrationa ol joy, tightened his hold, and just is time to koep from being bitten. Crisping him firmly, he shook his flat before Firefly s eyes and thus addressed him: -Yen see this here fist? Well, I gwln* let J on hav* It ’tween your eyes, lesson you he ave ytnelf.” This convinced Firefly that he wu his old trainer, and he succumbed. “Ttk iff yer ooal an’ weiklt, lssh yer gal- wt*g 'rrnitwl vaw vil*' an* ln'n nn vsr lowies 'round sleeves ‘cos you 1 yer wals', an’ tu’n up yer i’i twine to hab a dsbbll ob a ty," ordered old Paro, now In . acc'ia, who was not a man of many words, ’ obeyed in silence. As the reorient Jsrry L J made off with his jockey suit, Use- claa wav Arced to ride in bla shirt aleevaa. “All -.e better,” said Unolo 1’ary .“cose it * 'am 1 ,'.iri' fftAiti fill* frltt Halt ‘ /UVs Bb UO mil U UDWiil ■IUU»| Uflb jtsm Ulf unitin' black debbil leabo 'em in do lu’ch. Mirra Jeff sen t'moe’ crasy. Hattime you’ll hab to donme’pen fur him." ‘•What can I do, daddy?" “You mua’ ride, j**’once, In a way lar bleege a ole hen’ an’ marster, Twouldn't do no he’m.” • Me?” cried tbe Rev. Hardy Pryor. "M*l a pretcher of the goepel I Me go horse racing and disgracing my calllngl” “Ef 'twus Ter help yer marster la a tight, ’twonldn't be no disgrace,’’ said simpla minded Uncle Faro. ‘■Impoaslblel Impossible!" cried the Rsv. Hardy Piyor. “You know not whst yon ask. It would 111 befit my dignity at a preacher.” "Da nigger plum fooll" Undo Paro matter- cd to himself. Hera they retched the itablM, and there, among a number ol excited men, both white end black,stood Joff Lindsey, all ol thorn talk. gi’ ’em mo’ room fur fight dat how.. Alter .1 struggle, halt n dozen grooms suc ceeded .. bringing Firefly ont, kicking and uiting m cveryono. But Hacclss, his simple ioiletir.i-.lc, now grasped the horse again by the net-. ottering his impnsolvb, "Whoa, Saw- rsy," c.id brought him to order. And having ~t'li,t cuccccaed in mounting him, Firefly soon leu d It was impossible to got him off hia at lait, kh-y jaw Firefly coming down tho track; whilo Jeff Lind,ay and -hia friends mode their way to tho jt “ “ by a littlo old negro man. _ . ault, much too largo for him, carrying a fino beaver bnt in one hand and a black broad cloth coat and vest ovor his shoulder. Ho followed Lindsey round like a shadow, and just before the horses started, be was soon to speaking to Firefly’s new rider. “‘Member, Hattimo,” muttered tha bid man, “don't loso yor head. Oil da inside Attacked With Dyna mite by his Enemies. His Stable Blown up Because he Talked Right Out. THE BIG TENT BLOWN DOWN. The Rig Meeting Closes in Great Excitement. CaoTEtuvir.Lr, Ga, September is-[Special.]— Tho crowd contlnus to Increase In tho Gospel Tent, and Sam Jonso continues to Interest them. In his yostssday’s sermon, after tbo choir had lung tbe old bymn, “Jesus Lora Me," tbo ovsn- gellst arose and read tho following note; To the Ministers at the Goapal Tint; Our chit- _renhavoo“ —— J - duting this dren hare often gons off to the; baseball grounds - .pi, mcating and arlovtfl our boaria. Will something in your sermons that wtU aid upprctslon ol Ibla vice? And may God p, In tho suppression help util Uinv Panswra. Breaking on the subject, Hr. Jones said: “At tbe proper time and plaoo I will giro my ylcwa as to oaM-ball. This I than dofn the utmost kn-ilmit. Now la not the proper time. But I can't keep from toying aomotblug. Intfala town this year ono poor wretch went into tho baseball biutuisa rrantarly, neglected his work aod Anally stopped doing anything whereby he could make a living. Bit wife had to go to her fstber's to get something to cit. Yes, my vlswa on tho baseball question a,a very clear, and i Intend to give those nows with a ven geance at seine luturo time. I bare a profound from . amen.” (There wore several “amens" . In and around tho pulpit.) U la all very r well for littlo boss under ten years of (go to play baseball, but lor men It Is a crylr* ' siuabls tin, wt lay lam, _ _ ihtmo And an' abominable aln, Why, I would not get mad with a man II he should kill my dog my i lt he lound htra on a Uaebatl groand. My boy ran play bsifhall until ho la ten years old, I after that time I will xln him a hundred ltihea evety time M play* I am ouly touching this evil in high places tonight, bnt In thsintnnlahaUgot a lot x colter and go to tho very heart ot It. If audio to tho very heart o! ... „ thfamecllngbreaunp baseball In tnta town It WlUoowell; If ft does nothing cbc. In three years no decent man will be found la tbe baseball bualnti “ At the sight son, Jiff’s faee cleared. “Wall, Hacclss,” cried he, extending his band to hia former play mat*; “so hare yon ore: come, as usual, to holp mo out of a icrapo. Well, I nover needed you worn." “Bo I bin tell Hattimo,’’laid Uncle Paro; "so I bin tell ’em." “Who Is this?" cried Jeff's friends, crowd- ing around. "•Alt! Wi ‘Ah 1 boys, we or* oil oafl now. Haro Is ono of my own niggers. I ask no odds now of any ol these trifling wrotchc*. Genllomsn, this Is ny old tra!ser7 Hacclss,’’ slid Jiff, gaily. “Now do Reverent Ha'dy Pryor,” said Uncle Pare, proudly. "Hush, Dad,” laughed Joff, In an Hide. “Tbe two don’t trot together.” "Thartjuatwbatl wu about tossy, Marie Jeff,” uld tbe Rev. Hardy Pryor, aalsing his opportunity. "I told my latbor u I wu com ing along that It wu not consistent for preacher of the goopel to rid* raca hones. 1 'Jell, a littlo duhod, “but on a "True,” said . pitch we all do things we otharwiu would not." "How, my man; you art not going to fly fh* track?” said Mr. Morrison, one of Jefl’e heartiut backers. "To teavt your former muter in tho lurch wonld bo a obamo!” cried another. “Oentlemen,’’ said the Ilev. Hardy Pryor, ”hur mo tor a moment, it yon pleuo; Do you think it la consilient for a minuter of tho impel to oo a jockey? I am a nrtachor of tho Word,” ho continued In a awelling voice, aa they mado no anewor, “and I cannot diagrace my calling. It dou not bolt my dignity u a minister to rldo race horses,” "All that I grant,” uld Jeff, with dee pirate calmnau, and striving to quiet tha angry group at hit back, "but I, your former muter, come to ask a favor of you. I swallow my pride. You are nil that standi between mo •Ed rain. Will yen ride Firefly?’’ “I can’t, Mira* Jiff; I can’t.” "MyGodl then 1 am rulaod!" mattered Linduy,tnrnl. g ghu.ly pale and leaning against a tree. creased. The whites uttered curau both loud and deep. Tho blacks mutkraa reproaches. "Bhamonil! scandalous 1 tourv* Man* JsfiMl An* his own nlggsr, tool Wot ba’m Is It? lie's a swell nigger." Tha unfortunately aceomplishad preacher wu thinking it wisut to depart, when, and. denly, Uncle I’aro, who had noon staring In a tort'ol dazed way at Jcfl, uw him angrily - ' -■ 1 ■ ia sight a sort oi obsvu wav os ocu. sow dash away a tear from bit enaek. This . acted; on him like a spoil, and, with a thrill jell, he leaped forward before hit eon in a towering pus ion. “You ihall ride do raca for Maru Joff— chu'ch or no chu’ch t Ef yor .don’t you’o no batter dan a low down free nigger, to tu’n yar back on yor ofo marster in his time o’ trouble!” "How can I fact my church and my congre gation?" remonstrated tbo ova. ••1 Wr* Bnltln 1 ’bint W “l tiun kero nuttin’ 'bout yor chu’ch an’ UlflUj UUU b jvt uuauo eri track, an* w’en yor git It keep It.” Heed te nodded; bnt, from tha p Firefly, If ho kept hie Mat he wu At last, after several efforts, they wore started, •nd Eclipse easily got and hold the inside track, to the great rage of Undo Paro, From Mi* IriAt nl tha itif!tM r a(iiifl ho vnlldtl hi* nr. the loot olthojudges f stand ho yollod his or ders and advice to tho unfortunate llacclu, who was ont ot hearing. “(lit da insldo track! W’y don’t you git do insido track? Good Lawd f ho gwino fall bo- biod 1 WV yor nun, Hattimo, by disgracin’ us all? 'Member, Hattimo, 'Us do lu'ob do basil An’of yor dou In his excitement ho allowed tho broadcloth S rment of tho Bov. Hardy Pryor to fall to a earth, and ha leaped up ami down upon thorn, uaconscloua or what ha did, whila he beat tha beaver bat In hie hands out or all ihana. Suddenly ha eried out; “He’s crecpin* upl ha’ioroepin’ upl Ila’e glltlii’ebonl lle’agitUn’aben! He is ebenl Glory I Glory 1” ha yelled. "Sawney’s ahead 1 Sawny’s ahead! lkw> ry I" 11a clapped hia hamla together and boat tho beaver hat to a pancake. It wu oven oo. Hacciaa had spent tho is, If the game Is carried on u It Is notv. niarr atom's inutoir. Another laiga crou d beard tha evangelist to night. Tbo preacher disclaimed any sectarian In- tendon and thin tnnouLccd his text: "Behold j sot jou u n watchman upon tha tower." “Thcro aionotonongb fllteiv,” uld Mr.Jonas,“In America to keep s branch clear If tho hogs wallow In tho spvlcg. Nothing In graoe can keep a man eober II ho ilrinka a quart ot llqnor a day, l’vo got as much respect for tbo low down, dirty scoundrel who soils whisky u I have lor tho low down' sneaking puppy who buys tL l'vo got a mouth and grit enough to shoot It off. It Is nn eternal shame to hays nice gentlemen votooutwhl-ky nurl tho low down acoundreta keep on soiling it: There is n two gallon Jug of liquor that corues from Romo to Cartcrsvllle In a vs’lso everyday, l'vo “oi,l u as long n Governor MoDer-lel will injbo’fntrjiid'e of this circuit I'll turn this old town losldo out Mu ono day. Tho darkles aro afraid that they will bo kukluxed if llioy swear the truth. I'm not afraid of bolng kukluxed. 1 live lu front of tho Baptist church, and If you como to got mo i'i.l raxD tux aezzaans on you for about a week. Those men who are bringing •nd eelllng liquor on tbo sly In this town aro bo- ncath tho contempt of a dog. I'm a sort of ex- lawyer and I’ll proaccuto any man tint ti caught selling whisky. VYoncod a Judge hero with a backbone u big u a font pole. Stop this soiling on the sly or llqnor will bo voted bsck again. Hold public meetings and got rid ot It. Pick out tho men who tell It and you will find characters unfit to feed to dogs. Bhall wo let the leakings ol hell debauch our town? Let us warn the guilty partlce, and thou thunder them ont ol our midst Brother Rankin, ot Chat tanooga, cried out agalnat lowd houses In that city last year, and twenty ol tho soiled doves lelt on tho first train. Let the prohibition follows look out for fun before Cbrblmts. It I don't send some of tho TraieKY AZLtCPJI TO TltSCtfAMOlKO, I'll go then myself. Getting off the whisky quts- tlon, the evangelist istd .I'm not hinting or run ning on sny sermon or good deed l'vo dour, to ho saved, baton tbe grace ol God. Pot yourself In God's bande and slay then and you'll get to heaven, Eyenr man in heaven believes In final perseverance of tbe saint*, and *11 those In hell believe In foiling from grace. While men discuss tbs difference between evangelical and legal re- penunco the devil la In bis rocking chair fn bell perfectly eatiilled. greater pari of tbs time coaxing bis refractory bone, crying, "Who*, Bawny,” ovary mo ment, glad even to keep near in tbo pear of Eelipio. Till, at last, enraged with IheborM, In desperation be suddenly laid on whip and •pur, and Firefly, taken by surprise, launched forward like a thunderbolt, caught up with •nd passed Eellpso and cams In ahead by* half length, amidst a thunder of applauio. Old Paro wu ono of tho first to congratulate tbe successful rider, capering around.wiih tho Riv. Hardy's coat dangling over bis back by one eleevo and dragging in tho dirt. “Never mind tbo coat,” said Joff when Hac ciaa nmonatrated with bis excited parent, I'll treat to a now ault.” “Aid my bat,” laid Hacclae, "where'e my bet?" loo “God knows," said Unci* Paro, coolly, “I o’aturb ter fink'bout bet. WV die in my Gcd I “Tbo hat Ie included in tha suit," said Joff. “Novor mind tha , now. Boo to your boru, Hacciaa." Firefly had now warmed np to work, and his rider bad recalled bis forgotten art of controll ing blm. In Uta next two huts ho, to ate Undo Paro’i description, “je*’ slipped out au’ flew ober de track," and at test kept bis oft- broken promise for gnat floctneoo. Joff consum mated tha tale bafors bo loft tbo race track, and won a “batfol oi money besldeo.” Ho ot- ffored llacclu a«mplaofbundnds,batthono- gro refused. “No, Maru Joff, 'twu a free gift. I don’t Mil my religion. No ono bnt mj family bu a rigbf to aa^i olch a thing of mo. 1 “Well, Ilteclas," eaid Jeff, patting him af fectionately on tbo back, ‘‘take tha money and ■end It to the beatbone, or fixnp your church !tb It. I giro it to you for rellglaue purpoeoi. You wouldlr know bow to apply ft far bettor then I weald.” And eo ft wee eotilrd. But when Mr. Woe- ton, tbe now owner, como to eu about ongeg- ing the jocky’e services, llacclu refused him haughtily. "Ko.elrj I am a preacher of tbe gospel, l’vo token my lut rid* ind# Wllderneuof Sin. 'Twaa only for Mon* Jefl’e sake I did it.” “Jeseo,” oried Uncle Taro. “My son, yere, ub, ia no common jocky Ho la do revrent lfa’dy Pryor. But wo fa do lu’ ob do Lln’uy nifgwa, and Firefly fa do lu’ ob do Lfn’uy faraace, an’ Maru Joff fa da lu’ ob do Lln’uy fam’Iv; an’ wo all com* togeddor for one las’ pell fur da honor ob do tata’ly nnmojaa’ wt’o * in, on* w*’e gwino quit," mown up sad Down. A mo nsr ivoiaTXMrit.i.s-atoquawre>:awoN nv us josrj. Cjnrnmiug. Ga., tfoptember 30.—[specla!.J— Lait night the djnamlten paid Roy. Sam Jones a visit, and blow tho floor ont ol his boggy house, u a loietaste, puhapo, of things rot to be. The story may bo related u follows: Friday night, In tho courto of his urmon, Mr. Jonu mad* a very icrtr* attack on the men who •re flanking tba prohibition law In Cartvrsvllla. Alter using somo very stinging words, Mr. Jonu said: ■Now I bay* bad my uy to yon, I will talk to you snd reason with yon concerning what I have •aldandthaitrlclurulbayamedaonyou. But yon and I can’t light. I wonld ueoon get Into a pit with a mangy bnlldog, and gnaw with him, u to flgbt such tew down noundrole as you art. A man who will Illicitly, ratalingly perpetuate a trstnc on a community that bu voted It ont, lx too mean fur mo to be. Utile myulf by a personal rencounter with blm.” tux Axn/mon. About ten o'clock lut night tbo qnlet of Car. lenvllla wu startled by a terrible explosion that sounded Uk* the thundeton*roar ol a cannon. Tbe Inmates of the house of Rer.Sam Jonot felt tba building tremble, and beard tba glue rattle. •ndtbOM asleep and atraka, sprang to theft feat with utontibmwt written In trery Una ol their facet. At tbe seme time a man at tha goepel tent,ur- erml hundred jarila distant, taw a flash ot light In tbo direction of Jones’* residence, accompanying thcczplotlon. Tbeniabsatmedllkoaeuppramod bolt of lightning, that appearance of It baring bun earned by the fact that tb* explosion wu within tbo walla of tbo bout. That* htvi boon It CCD U J MTCIll Tbl* morning a servant wont to tba csrrlagt house, about filty yard# from Ibo family house, end icon reported to Mr. Jones that tho carrfago house bad been broken Into. Mr.Joooswent down ond found tbo floor of tbo boom torn ont u If by lent crashing fore*. The flooring bad been splintered, and tba heavy, 3z!0 sleepers, right new, bad been shattered u by a bolt of lightning. Eacka of bian were ugocazD iiasa nap Tatar., •nd gcniitl havoc waa played In the houac. A now car,lego and baggy and a naw one bone wagon wen In tb* borne, bnt, fottonately, were not injured. In looking around for tbe cause o! the destruction, Hr. Jones found a fuze about two feetlong that bad belonged to a dyna mite cartridge. It wucharrcd by the fire that had touched offthe cartridge. It Is not kuownliow the explosive was put In the house nor by whom, but It Is evidently done to Intimidate the rn-sch. er, Mr. Jones took tho matter coolly, and did not tUnde to it In any ol the services today. In privet* conversation ho said he'd as soon go to heaven by the dynamite route u any other If It should he necessary* rev. sax Josna's sebbom. About four thousand people assembled nt tha half put ten o'clock service In spit* of the fact that n drenching ram feu constantly. He took hie text u follows; “But watch thou In*11 thing!,endure afflictions, do tho work of au evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry,” Sec, Ttm„ tv: v, “walk ciacrxirxcTLT." That Is a combined Latin word that menus walk looking til around. The Mfcty ol the Indian lu the primeval forests of this country, amid tha hissing serpents and howling wolves, finds ufely alone In the facts that be walks circumspectly. No matter where tbe enemy comes Irom hie ap proach It known. It Is Impossible to moke this country religions when there are to many profess ing Christians asleep. A preacher once uld of them: “Tb*devil can come upon them sod naw their be*da off with a dull cue knife before they would wake up." A man ought not abut bla eyes but once and that Is when he plnngu into tbo river of ilettb end tbeu It Is hut tn Instant until on the other bank be opens them on tho beauties ot the world above. Put sleepless soutlnela on the out posts to sound the alarm ot tho eni-my'tapprotch, At ont of Ibo qnlck fought battles In Virginia Parly marched on the enemy and preued upon than with ali ills fighting capacity and ns ca Pitman thouiar&s of prisoners rad guns and ammunition and wagons and rations. Oh, whst a victory for the southern confederacy! Thootherpart ol the enemy fled- •nd with their prlaonoea and captured provision-, etc, the rebcle camo ton baltanil began to drink the enemy'e whisky end to cat tlielr ratlous nrnl gleet over their victory instead ot watching the re treating too nnd rresalhg nfier blm. Byaudby Kilpatrick rushed back on them with hli forces and recaptured all tho prlronera and provisions •nd everything, nnd ccnletcd Early's nrmy eo that ltwns three flays beforo it got together •gain. They camo in from all tUrecNHOt until finally Early muetcrcd along double line nnd rode up and down It on that old bny ol hlv. As the old bey nervously I-XASCXD tip AND HOWS, 11 nt one* n soldier shouted BuaiM" end another caught It up—“Bread!” audit htd n gulttralacuud to it. It camo from, tho bottom ot their beela. They had not had a bile In three day* and no crowd cverwu as nigh starved to death. Tbaycnurbt It up and down tho lino, “Breed! Briadll Bread!!” waa the cry. General Early rede along the line trying to pay no attention lo tho cry, Early rccolkitcd that threo daya before bnlu-lciptnred nnd lost nt Fisher’s Blllcnough provisions to Inst a month. Still tha cry wss shouted In bis csrt, "Bread! Bread!! Brtnd!!” Allot oncoho reined In his horsonnd flashing his eyes on ths screaming rebels ho shouted, "Flehcr’s lflll! you Intcrusl, cowardly scoundrels 1” Gcd Almighty cries 'Tuan’s wru," at the church sometimes. Eternal vlglisnco la the price of liberty. Lotus push our victories on and on. We swill riot ouly charge the devil until they giro •'ftevuilLovsc- Jlst aSSaa dftcb'nutli w# aieal ihp vciy citadel ot Satan, imtttliell (taelfniiMiTthewblti-dag and earth and hell ate surrendered. Stand nt the door and guard yourcbnractor end be n men. • * * God never mado but ono man and one woman nnd they were loth i.nao r.iir.up.::-, but God hti mado a heap of Ilttlu boyt, • • * nrsny n fellow will go np lo the pcsrly Kites and knock and this sort of n conversation will occur. 'Ever do any good7“ ■'No.' Well, on whnt principle doyouclalm heavcnl” “Well, I never bnrntn mcctln' home, 1 never cussid the preacher and I norcr throwid rocks at people going to mcctln'.” Tbe Taot lilown Down. obkat ixitTanawT, aso nr* mo nr saavicis naSKSlf UP BY ITS PALI., OASTUUVII.UI, Ga., September 30,-lSpccIal ]- At 6:SU p. m. a bu* lead ol people ou their wty to thegcipcl tint heard ales ol "tent blown down; no muling tonight.” This was etay to bcllerr, aa a fearful storm had been and was still rsglng. Continuous rsln bad erased msny to remain at tbe font tor tbo night scitIcc. Homo had como early and others were entering the tent, whilo thoio already assembled were singing, when A piaspui. oust or wisd, with torrents ol rain, reemed to burst right oyer the great tent. The poles and ropes to the lcoward *are wey, and Inantnalant tho poopto taw tho rain drenched canru beginning to scttlegraflually down npon them. It seemed to peusoand hover a moment, and tba tall poles swayed downward, run cheat xerrs saai-rsn like thread, and the tent with all Its rigging and parephcrnellA settled down like a gnat bird on lla met, covering lamps, pulpit and congre gation underita vast folds. Three bundled people, most et them women end children, who but a moment before felt u secure (rom the raging ole- menu u II they wen under their own roofs, rose totbilzful sannxiao axd bdksixo bltber and yon among theses ol plank seats. The actne wss Indcscrlbablt. Tbe wlloest con!uslon reigned, with terrlfled children, dinging to their flying parents. Hsu, stuwU and other light arti cles were blowing about Uk* ebafl, and all wero •wept out Into tbe atoim and darkness. Two •core ol lamps, most of them slectrlc burners, were swtpt from tbolr fastenings and burst Into, ono wild gUre that Illumined the darkness for au Instant and then fall Into tbo mass ol dry straw that covered every foot of ground nndtr fbo fonts TbU caught and WOULD WAVS COVIVISSD ALL If Ibo rein bad not drenched every stitch ol canvu that covered it. Many were unable to get out till tbo tent bad settled and Urea rippod opening! In tbe lent through which they escaped Into tbo blinding darkness, drenching rain and driving wind without. Thoegresa of the people wu gieolly Impeded by tbe ecelt ar,d the Ungled rrpss. Eortuuefoly noone.eo for u now known, was seriously Injured, though msny are scratched ond braised. All were terribly frightened. Kyo witnesses say ft looked aa if one ot ■am roan'sTnaaATsagDJCDCMExre tad fallen on tbem, and ft the end of tbo world had reaUy come greater fright, confusion and consternation eonld not have prevail ed. The font wu Iniurel airaliut fire, bnt Ibo extent ot the damage that cause seems slight, though tout force street lamp* exploded when they were dteheJ from tbelr posts. The damage otbcrwUe cannot nnw be estimated. rnx cnoaiao sxavicxs wonld hav# been held tonight and a forge con gregation wonld have a/<<mhlcd to eng«sc lu them. The lord closed lbe Brest go-pel tout meetings by a demonstration of power quite coo- p.i.v. cam Jnnns'a moyemext*. On Thursday Kcv. Ham Jonr- wilt leave for st. Jcieph. Mlrsonrf, wbeie he will spend nboutai- lien data In a grant union tent meeting. Alter that Mr. Jours will come homo ral reit eight or tenfisjs, tnd then go to Birmlngnsm.

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The constitution. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1884-1885, September 22, 1885, Image 1