riving, till he found it was an accident. They told
me, when they carried me home in a hack, that it was a wonder everybody
was not killed, and when I got home Pa was going to sass me, until the
hearse driver told him it was the minister that was to blame. I want to
find out if they got the minister's umbrella back. The last I see of it
the umbrella was running up his trouser's leg, and the point come out
by the small of his back. But I am all right, only my shoulder sprained,
and my legs bruised, and my eye black. I will be all right, and shall go
to work to-morrow, 'cause the livery man says I was the only one in the
crowd that had any sense. I understand the minister is going to take a
vacation on account of his liver and nervous prostration. I would if I
was him. I never saw a man that had nervous prostration any more than he
did when they fished him out of the barbed wire fence, after we struck
the street car. But that settles the minister business with me. I don't
drive for no more preachers. What I want is a quiet party that wants
to go on a walk," and the boy got up and hopped on one foot towards his
crutcher, filling his pistol pocket with fig he hobbled along.

"Well, sir," said the grocery man, as he took a chew of tobacco out of
a pail, and offered some to the boy, knowing that was the only thing
in the store the boy would not take, "Do you know I think some of these
ministers have about as little sense on worldly matters, as anybody?
Now, the idea of that man jerking on an old pacer. It don't make any
difference if the pacer was hundred years old, he _would_ pace if he was
jerked on."

"You bet," said the boy, as he put his crutches under his arms, and
started for the door. "A minister may be sound on the Atonement, but
he don't want to saw on an old pacer. He may have the subject of infant
baptism down finer than a cambric needle, but if he has ever been to
college, he ought to have learned enough not to say '_ye up_' to an old
pacer that has been the boss of the road in his time. A minister may be
endowed with sublime power to draw sinners to repentance, and make them
feel like getting up and dusting for the beautiful beyond, and cause
them, by his eloquence, to see angles bright and fair in their dreams,
and chariots of fire flying through the pearly gates and down the golden
streets of New Jerusalem, but he wants to turn out for a street car
all the same, when he is driving a 2:20 pacer. The next time I