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Wartrace, the storekeeper, in his shirt-sleeves, stood in the front door He was about thirty years of age and had only one arm "Come up, come up, Mr Mostyn," he called out, cheerily "The preacher is headed this way A feller passed 'io If you hain't heard John Leach talk you've missed a treat"

Mostyn accepted the chair Wartrace drew from within the store, and Webb took a seat near by on an inverted nail-keg Wartrace was called within, and the banker began to watch the croith interest Back in the storetobacco, s of their crops or local politics

"I see 'ierly pointing up the e, s on his broad shoulders, easily striding down the incline He had blue eyes and delicate, rather effeminate features He wore a broad-brimmed felt hat, dark trousers, and a black frock-coat without a vest Reaching the store, he took off his hat, brushed back his hair froh pink forehead, and with bows and smiles to the people on all sides, he cried out cheerily: "How are you, everybody? God bless your bones I hope the Lord has been with you since I saw you last fall Hello, Brother Wartrace! You see, old chap, I do remember your name," he called out, as the storekeeper appeared in the doorway "Say, I wish you would have sooods box for ht, Brother Leach," Wartrace answered "I've got the saood luck"

"All right, all right, roll it out, gentlemen I'd help you, but I've had a pretty stiff walk down the etface with his hat while two obliging farht the box out "There under that tree," he ordered "Show - wood By the way, friends, two preachers over the ood, talking without pay on the public highway as I a theather to hear a ju salvation too cheap, and quote Scripture as to 'the laborer being worthy of the hire' That would be all right if this was labor to lory of God, at that"