The Bamberg herald. (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, November 06, 1919, Page 3, Image 3
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DEACONS HAD LAST LAUGH
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Good Story of How Boston Merchant
Furnished New Haven Church
With Baptismal Service.
i In one of the older churches of New
Haven there is a very quaint and beautiful
baptismal service set of silvei
and no less quaint is the tale of hoN\
the old church came by the same.
>* It was durtng the year that Yorktown
fell that the trustees of the (
church decided that the frame build
ing must have repairs and sent to Bos- }
ton for six kegs of nails. In course of
time the kegs arrived on one of the
huge and slow-moving freight wagons
of the day and were duly delivered to
k the carpenters.
Nails in those days were scarce and;
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expensive, eaen one neing me nauu;work
of a blacksmith, and, as a consequence
of the methods followed in
their manufacture, the smiths usually
turning out 100 or so on days when
they had nothing els^ in particular to
engage their attention, they were apt
to be very irregular in size and degree
of perfection. The delight of the
chief carpenter was, therefore, great
/ when, knocking in the head of one
keg, he found the nails of remarkably
uniform size and indicating the best
workmanship and material.
"Ye were in luck, deacon," he remarked
to one of the trustees who had
, been present to receipt for the six
kegs, "for these be Spanish nails, made
at Toledo. Belike they were taken
' from some Spanish ship by a sea
rover." He began to beat in the head
of another keg and uttered an exclamation
of astonishment.
"These ben't nails, deacon!" he
aasDed. his eyes staring.
They were not. The keg was full to.
the brim of Spanish silver dollars.
"So I see, Master Thomas," the
deacon remarked quietly. "Suppose
you head up that keg again, and I will
call a meeting of the trustees to discuss
this' matter. We must write to
the merchant of Boston concerning it."
* The meeting of the trustees was
duly held that very day, and long and
earnest were the arguments that took
. place. What was the proper course
for them to follow? Should they simply
write the Boston merchant that
one of the kegs had been found to be
full of silver dollars? The church was
poor and the deacons were Connecticut
Yankees to the bone. It was most
obvious that the Boston merchant had !
Obtained the keg in some unusual man- j
,ner and it was a logical assumption |
that he had paid for it on a nqil-value
basis, as he had sold it.
Then uprose one who might have ;
done mighty things in finance had he
lived a century and a half later.
"Let us write," he said, "to this merchant
of Boston town simply the facts
that there was an error in shipment." 1
And so they did.
In time came the merchant's reply, j
He had bought the kegs from a pri- ;
* .vateersman; that they were sold as j
bought and "that no mistakes could be ;
rectified."
And there is no doubt that the dea- j
cons chuckled somewhat dryly as they |
ordered the silver dollars of Spain !
melted down and cast into that service j
which can today be pointed out to the
youth of New Haven as an example of :
??of, well, something.
Mark Twain's Imagination.
Mark Twain had such a vivid imagination,
such a brain for embroid
ery, that it was a difficult task for him
to tell a straight story just as it happened?he
could make up one that
was so much better. We all know
that Albert Bigelow Paine, working on
the Mark Twain "Life" found it
* necessary to discard much of the au
' tobiographic material that Mark
Twain had' written. Investigation,
talks with men still living who knew
the facts, simply proved that the tales
were not so. And Mark Twain was
no liar. He had a glorious, an almost
superhuman, imagination. As he approached
threescore and ten he said,
as quoted in the "Life," "When I was
younger I could remember anything,
whether it happened or not; but I
am getting old, and soon I shall remember
only the latter."
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Should Wifey Tell AH?
"Should a woman tell her husband
everything?" asks a New York newspaper.
No?hold on?let's not get into
an argument over this thing?when
did an argument convince anybody
of anything of importance? Let's
just reflect that if a woman fails to
tell her husband everything he is likely
to miss a lot of news that never gets
Into the newspapers. And if men
should fall to tell their wives pretty
much everything they dare tell, the
wives would miss a lot of gossip-material.
And if both adopt a policy of
reserve domestic conversation may lag
a lot unless one or the other thinks
of the happy expedient of using topics
of personal importance for conversational
purposes. Yes?this is a big
subject. Go ahead?talk about it for
a week if you like.
Wanted to Know.
Roomer?I'd like to know who Is
uslpg my ink?
Landlady?Probably no one. Don't
you know that ink'evaporates quite
rapidly?
Roomer?And how about my stationery?
Does that evaporate, too??Boston
Transcript.
No Chance.
"We'd better not stay here. Let's
go to some other cafe."
"What's the matter?"
"I don't think we'll ever get our dinner.
I've just discovered that our
waiter Is the one that I forgot to tip
the last time I was in here."
ROMANCE VS. RICE
By ADELAID R. KEMP.
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Anne Preston boarded the crowded
Pullman of a through train with an expression
of absolute weariness on her
pretty face. It was a warm day and
she settled herself for her Ions; journey
unmoved by the monotonous murmur
of voices drifting about her. and
thinking only of the visit ahead. Tired
from her hard winter in the office, she
felt glad indeed she had resisted the
pleading of the other girls to spend
her three weeks' vacation with them
at a fashionable seaside resort. With
closed eyes she remembered gratefully
the kind letter from dear Aunt Maria
inviting her down to the old home in
Maine, where she had spent such
happy summers when she was a little
girl.
It was late in the afternoon when
the train came to her station. Alighting,
the first thing on which her eyes
fell was an old surrey with its fringed
top and a plump horse in the shafts.
Coming toward her was a tall, wellbuilt
young man with eyes gray, serene,
and strangely compelling, the
look of strength in his mouth and chin
and in the square swing of his shoulders.
Could this be Aunt Maria's
adopted son, the merry, freckled-faced
lad with whom she had spent such
happy days fishing and picking berries?
With outstretched hand and a slow,
friendly smile, he met her.
"You are little Anne. I should have
known you anywhere," he said.
"Why!" she exclaimed, his calm,
deep voice causing an odd flutter in
her heart, "you must be David.""
,A.s they jogged along the country
road they were soon chatting merrily
together, quickly bridging over the
years since they last met, as is the
way of youth.
"Oh!" she said, "was anything ever
so lovely? Why have I stayed away so
long?"
David looked at her thoughtfully.
"I don't know," he said slowly. "But
I hope you won't do it again."
On the brow of the hill overlooking
the sea stood the lovely old farmhouse.
White paint gleamed on every board
and timber. Eaves, window shutters
ahd doors were green, and there also,
as Anne had remembered, were the
geraniums blending with the hollyhocks.
As they drove up Aunt Maria's
motherly figure rose from the wicker
rocker on the porch and witn a Kina,
ruddy face beaming with affection,
came to meet her. Anne felt a tightening
at her throat and with a sudden
mist blurring her eyes she hid her
face in the ample bosom.
Long hours on the beach or in the
hammock among the pines gave splendid
results, and the flush of health returned
to Anne's cheeks, the sparkle
to her brown eyes. With it all a spirit
of happiness and content filled her
whole being. One morning she entered
the kitchen at an earlier hour
than usual, to find it deserted. A few
dishes at the end of the table gave evidence
that the men had finished their
breakfast. But the fire was low and
an unusual air of desolation seemed
to pervade the atmosphere. Anne
quickly ran upstairs to Aunt Maria's
room, only to find that kind-hearted
soul stricken with a severe headache
and unable to dress.
"Oh, auntie, why ever didn't you
call me?" exclaimed Anne, laying her
cool little fingers on the aching brow.
"You mustn't worry, dearie. I'll soon
be better," answered Aunt Maria. "If
I could only sleep a short time. But
there is so much to be done downstairs."
"Auntie," said Anne, with determination,
"I can do everything if you will
tell me what to get for dinner. And
then you can take a good rest and
feel all right by afternoon."
Aunt'Maria, with a relieved sigh,
gave a few directions, adding at the
last, "and David loves rice pudding.
So you can make a big one, and he
can have It for supper, too.
It might have been two hours later
that David, returning to the house as
was his habit for a little lunch, heard
a queer, choking noise in the kitchen.
Hurriedly entering, he saw a slight figure
huddled on the old sofa.
"Why, little Anne," he said, hurrying
to her side, "what has happened?" For
a moment she lifted her tear-stained
face and glancing despairingly toward
the stove, sobbed: "Rice."
David looked wonderingly in the
same direction. "I don't understand,"
he said. Anne's face was hidden on
his broad shoulder now and he held
her close.
"Why! Why!" she stammered in
muffled toes, "Auntie asketd me to make
you a rice pudding?a big one. And
I opened her new five-pound package
and pu^ it to soak?and, oh, dear!"
she was overcome now and could say
no more. A look of understanding
came suddenly to David's face. Over
on the stove were kettles of rice, little
kettles, big kettles, even the dishpan
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one long breath and then his peals
of laughter could be heard In the attic.
Anne looked up indignantly, and
tried to draw away.
It was at this juncture Aunt Maria
appeared in the doorway, her headache
bandage perched on one ear, bewilderment
in her eyes. On the old sofa
sat her help blissfully unconscious of
hoeing undone or dinner to he cooked.
Late In the autumn, when they started
on a happy wedding journey, David
picked a few tiny particles from the
folds of his wife's dainty suit.
"Look, /ittle Anne," he said, "shall
we save these for a pudding?"
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