The Immersing Of Sister Jones

We have always regarded tlie Búllalo Courier as one of the George Wasl. ingtons of the press, but it must lm confeSBed thaf, storie of this sort aru caiculated to créate skepticism j ing its devotion to tho hatcbet principie: It is transpirad tliat a party ol deep-water Uaptwts heid a 6ervico on j the Canadian riverbank, opposite the i head of Urand fsland, reeently. There were some ten or a dozen converts, mostly women. One oí these, it seenis, wasafraidof drowning. and she had lier suit lined with cork fromneck to heels, luit she didn't say anythina about it. Tlie seaviceproceeded without a liitch and it cnnie Sister Jones's turn toimmersed. The minister waded out into the stream, leadinc; t he gister by the hand, and repeatina the ritual. When they;ot waixtdeep Sister Jones had mach dilliculty in keepiiiJ her feet on tho bottom, and the deeper 8he waded the more this trouble increased, but she didn't want to say any tilinte. All at once, however, the current took her off her feet. and threw her lenstliwise on the surf ace o! the water. The minister grabbed her and tried to pull lier under. The current was every instant dragging her out. The minister, exclaiminu "What the dicken3 is the matter?" clutched frantically at the fair convert, who was herself strugcling to assume an upriuhtposi tion, but without success. Tho minister found himself cettinii out of his depth and screamed for help, but no oue ofïerad to come out; the current was very swift. Tiie minister looked aiound and eaw that he was aUppinit rapidly down tho river; ho couldn't toiifh bottom. With a supcihuinan effort he swung himself up and seated 1-imbelf on his fair raft. and wildly flouriuhing his arms to the people on 8hore who were now fadinü into mere speck.s. "This is horrible," said the minister looking around on the waste of waters; "in three hours we'll be over tho fails. Sister Jones !et us üini: soraething in this trying hour." Bister Jones, who had been emittini shrieks like a steam callio'pe, only shrieked the louder, and the minister Btruck up in a rich, tremulons tenor. "Rescne the Periíhinij." He liad hardly ñniehed the fïrst stanza when a rmall steam yacht hove in Bight and bore down on theni in response to the Cestures of the minister, and in fifteen minutes they were resoueii in an exhausted condition. The clerynian, if oerhaps, thinkins of becomins n Concreta tional is t. while theyoung con veri is so hackslidden that tears are entertained she will become an intidel.