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The Circuit-Preacher
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“Is that brother Martin?” asked Mr. Odell, calling to Aunt Nancy, who was near the window of her hut.
“Yes, please goodness! Wonder what he comin’ here ’bout.”
“We’ll soon see,” returned the preacher, composing himself in his chair.
In a few minutes, the farmer, looking sadly “flustered,” arrived at the door of the old negro’s humble abode. Odell kept his seat with an air of entire self-possession and unconcern, and looked at the new comer as he would have done at any other stranger.
“Mr. Odell, the new preacher on this circuit?” said Martin, in a respectful manner, as he advanced towards the minister.
“Yes, sir,” replied Odell, without rising or evincing any surprise at the question.
“I am very sorry indeed, sir! very sorry,” began Martin in a deprecating and troubled voice, “that you should have been so badly neglected as you were to-day. I had no idea–I never once thought–the preachers have always stayed at sister Russell’s–I took it for granted that you were there. To think you should not have been invited home by any one! I am mortified to death.”
“Oh, no,” returned the preacher, smiling; “it is not quite so bad as that. Our good old sister here very kindly tendered me the hospitalities of her humble home, which I accepted gratefully. No one could be kinder to me than she has been–no one could have given me a warmer welcome.”
“But–but,” stammered forth Martin, “this is no place for a preacher to stay.”
“A far better place than my Lord and Master had. The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. The servant must not seek to be greater than his Lord.”
“But my dear sir! my house is a far more suitable and congenial home for you,” urged the distressed brother Martin. “You must go home with me at once. My wife is terribly hurt about the matter. She would have come over for you herself, but she is not very well to-day.”
“Tell the good sister,” replied Odell, affecting not to know the individual before him, “that I am so comfortable here; that I cannot think of changing my quarters. Besides, after Aunt Nancy has been so kind as to invite me home, and provide for both me and my horse, when no one else took the least notice of me, nor seemed to care whether I got the shelter of a roof or a mouthful of food, it would not be right for me to turn away from her because a more comfortable place is offered.”
It was in vain that Martin argued and persuaded. The preacher’s mind was made up to stay where he was. And he did stay with Aunt Nancy until the next morning, when, after praying with the old lady and giving her his blessing, he started on his journey.
When, at the end of four weeks, Mr. Odell again appeared at the little meeting-house, you may be sure he was received with marked attention. Martin was the most forward of all, and, after preaching and class-meeting–there was a pretty full attendance at both–took the minister home with him. Ever since that time, the preachers have been entertained at his house.