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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I'll stick to Him yet, deacon or no deacon, stick to Him as if He was Andrew Jackson." Sam Kimper spent several days in looking about his native town for work. He found many sympathetic assurances, some promises, and no work at all. Everybody explained to everybody else that they were sorry for the poor wretch, but they couldn't afford to have a jail-bird around.
Sam Kimper would lose faith in his fancies sooner or later; it might be somewhat cruel to hasten this result, but what was a little more or less of the life of such a fellow, compared with the lifelong happiness of one of the Bartrams, the last of the family, and, as the young man fully believed, the best?
I'd rather have been the dyin' thief on the cross than said what I said in that church that night, but I was asked to do it, an' the more I thought about it the more I thought I couldn't say no. But I didn't know what else to say." "You did quite right, Mr. Kimper: you spoke like a real, true, honest man. If it's any comfort to know it, I can tell you that my husband, the judge, thinks as I do.
"Wife," said Sam, turning to his helpmate, "what wages does Jane get?" "Six dollars a month," said the wife. "Does she bring any of it home? Does the family get the good of any of it?" "Not one cent," said Mrs. Kimper, with a pitiful whine. "She says she has to wear decent clothes at the hotel or they won't keep her there any more."
The child followed her father to the house; there was not much excitement in the life of the Kimper family, except when there was a quarrel, and Mary seemed to anticipate some now, for she drawled, as she walked along, "Mam's got it in for you; I heerd her say so many a time sence you war took away." "The poor thing's had reason enough to say it, the Lord knows," said the man.
Kimper herself, who was a feeble creature at best, shivered at every wind that penetrated the broken windows, and insisted that unless she had some warm clothing very soon she would fall into a decline.
It was such a slight, feeble, contemptible figure, that of the woman who was threatening to punish him, him, Tom Kimper, whom few men in town would care to meet in a trial of strength. It set Tom to thinking; he said afterwards the spectacle was enough to make a brickbat wake up and think. At last he exclaimed, tenderly, "Mother!" The woman dropped her weapon and burst into tears, sobbing aloud,
Guide did not drop Sam Kimper from his mind, and one day when he chanced to be in the vicinity of Larry Highgetty's shop he opened the door, bowed courteously to the figure at the bench, accepted a chair, and sat for a moment wondering what he should say to the man whom he was expected by the deacon to bring into his own church. "Mr.
"I hope so," said Mrs. Kimper, releasing herself from her husband's arms and taking up the cards again. "I was just tellin' my fortune by the keerds, havin' nothin' else to do, an' they showed a new man an' some money, though not much." "They showed right both times, though keerds ain't been friends to this family, confound 'em, when I've fooled with 'em at the saloon.
I've told the boys about it again an' again, but they're worth less than nothin' at helpin' things along. The deacon don't keep no dog. Now you've got home, I hope we'll have somethin'." "Not if we have to get it that way," said Sam, gently. "No more stealin'; I'll die first." "I guess we'll all die, then," moaned Mrs. Kimper.
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