, an'
had mo' joy oveh the one-hund'edth left to him than oveh the ninety an'
nine to 'a' kep' 'em as the lan's of on'y one owneh an' one home.

"Gentlemen, I'm free to allow, as I heah the explanations o' all the
gue-ards an' counteh-gue-ards o' this beautiful scheme--schools faw the
well-to-do an' the ill-to-do, imperatively provided as fast as toil is
provided faw the toiler and investments faw the investor--I have cause
to rejoice an' be glad. An' yet! It oughtn't to seem strange to you-all
if an' ole man, a man o' the quiet ole ploughin' an' plantin',
fodder-pullin', song-singin', cotton-pickin', Christmas-keepin' days,
the days o' wide room an' easy goin', should feel right smaht o'
solicitude an' tripidation when he sees the red an' threatenin' dawn of
anotheh time, a time o' mines an' mills an' fact'ries an' swarmin'
artisans' an' operatives an' all the concomitants o' crowded an'
complicated conditions, an' that he should fall to prayin' aloud in the
very highways an' hotels, like some po' benighted believer in printed
prayehs an' litanies, the petition: Fum all Ole Worl' sins an' New Worl'
fanaticisms, fum all new-comers, whetheh immigrants aw capitalists, with
delete'ious politics at va'iance fum ow own, which, heavm knows, ah
delete'ious enough, an' most of all fum the greed o' money, good Lawd
deliv' us!

"An' I have faith that he will. Uphel' by that faith, I've taken fifteen
shares myself. But O, if faith could right here an' now be changed into
sight, then would this day be as golden in my hopes faw Suez an' her
three counties as it already is faw my private self in memory o' past
joys."

The speaker was sinking into his chair when Garnet asked with a smile
that everyone but the pastor understood, "Why, how's that Brother Tombs;
is this day something more than usual to you?"

"Brother Garnet, if I've hinted that it is, it's mo' than I started out
to do, but I'm tempted, seein' so many friends in one bunch so, to jest
ask yo'-all's congratulations on"--the eyes glistened with moisture--"the
golden anniversary o' my weddin' day."

The walls rang with applause, men crowded laughingly around the Parson
to shake his hand, and in ten minutes the room was silent and the
company gone, "every man to his tent," as the happy Parson said, each
one as ready for his noontide meal as it was for him.

L.

THE JAMBOREE

The social event of that midday was not the large family dinner where
Mother Tombs