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He Was Puzzled

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There are so many religious secta nowadays that it is difflcult for one to remember the ñames of all oí tbem. The confusión which overtook the mind of Fanner Giddings on this point one Euuiíner is not surprising. He had lived in one small village all bis life. He had kuown soiae people who were "Congregationals" and some who wero Baptists, but farther tnan that his knowledge of denominational differences did not extend; for there were no chinches of any other religious bodies within fif teen miles of hs home. une summer a traveler through the mountains "discovered" tho little village of Crowsbury, and the next summer the oíd inn was well filled with "city folks" during July and August. Farmer Giddings, who had a fine "hay rigging," of ten took parties off on excursions to Borne picnicking spot, where he would deposit them in the morning and go for them again in the late afternoon. On these occasions he kept his ears open, and listened to the discussions and arguments going on behind him, although the most of what he heard was quite beyond his comprehension. He used to talk things over with bis wife at supper time, and they hazarded conjectures as to what certain words and terms might mean. 'Wa-al, Sary," said the farmer, at the end of one hot August day, "I declare I never heard the beat of 'em, the way they've gone on this arternoon; argytin an explainin the huil lot of 'em, 'baout their b'liefs! "I'd give a good deal ef I c'd rec'lect half they Baid ter teil ye; but I gethered thet most on 'em hed got past believin anythin, though they all hed diff'rent reasons fer it an diff'rent names they called 'emselves by. "There was one feller said he was a daownright augustick, an another thet 'llaowed he was a bessymixed, an there was a sight of other names beside. "But I kin teil ye, Sary, that pooty little Mis' Nnttin she spoke up an giv' 'em some real gospel. She b'lieves "baout es we do, an 'twas pleasant ter hear her, but she said, when they questioned her sharp, thet she was ajnember of a Norwayborgin church, an I sh'd admire ter know how she ever come ter travel so fur from home!" - Youth's Companion. Mrs. Spooner, the wife of the retiring Wisconsin senator, will be missed by Washington society. Her home has been noted for its hospitality, and, though not a beautif ui woman, her attractive manner has made her a charming hostess. Of Miss Bessie Armstead, of Brooklyn, an enthusiastic writer says: "She is a lovely girl, with a pretty, willowy figure, a face like a flower, charming in repose, and simply captivating when she smiles. Then her beautiful eyes and month gain even more beauty."


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