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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume VIII, Issue 2472, 9 December 1886, Page 2

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iVparson McWhackerl" asKed'an es-Arizoiiiau, talking aboufc old friends'wtili a lawyer justiup from «mb> stode','

" Oh, tho parson's all right. He's left the Methodists .and turned liberal, you know.' 1

.: "Don't say! I hadn't heard of it." • "Ob.yea; he preaches on his own hook every Sunday night.in the Opera* Hbus'o, and he's doing a big business too," "Glad to hear it. The parson's a nice man."

" Ye-es, but he and/I ain't friends any more. Took offence at- a mighty little thing 1 .. Awfully touchy, these sky-pilota. You see 1 went in by the stage-door, iiot liking to attract, attention by being seen at churoh, you sabe-'a'nd steered. for a private box. I had to grope akin? in the dark'behind the. hand struck'againstaniiverobat'hanPg on the wall. It had something hard m the 'p6oket,and I foundit was a flask. I took it along to the bps, irid'got away with it ;by the time service, wis over. The parson Baw.mo,Bittingthere,''ai'd nodded from thegaofed deakV';'Whecf-he'dolosed the. : case he came,' around to, see me, and J «aw ; that he) >ar niad .S>fl9' gaid thatfcme scoundrel M- picked his pooket wife he was preaching. ■-■-■■. '■•■■ '■' That's all fight," Bays I, fiihln« tha flask up from ouder my ohair, " lure she is."

The parson's face, lighted up, and. fee reached for it. u Empty.r'Bayß.b». .., ." Betohe>,<'saysl.:- •> . .It's a mighty mean'trlok," says ths "parson furious. " You might have left; ■meone.drink; I '.•'.^, ; . -' •'Pshaw," saysii ?cb'me over with, mi to.the'Elit« ( and'.yott'.'oan have all tho driblcßvou'-wauts', '■•'■ -"C "That's all very well. Mr lushkin," «ys the parson, mad to ory } * ( 'i)tti: you know well enough tlut oan't go' up to. a bar,oo,|,uudaw|plou art ;.a man of prqfligate. principle*, Lushkiu, and, dang me, it it was not for my cloth, I'd give you a deal that'diaslw yourheadswim."•.•;:, ■>.*' • •' "Of.course, that ended Bverythln({ betw6Bn.thb,pars()n and me, |eing fti gentleinaD; Tcouldii't lick the prisoner you know, so.'l quietly told him to go- to the lower levels, and went out into' the house' and joined, the departing <xm£em> tion. Farancfco Poet. ■ T»>