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an army anecdote, ap}>licable to salvation, then turning to my 

 left, in a most solemn tone, called on Brother Cooledge, to lead 

 in prayer, to which he responded in the most efficient manner. 

 The preacher closed the service, ?.nd we were invited to a 

 tent to dinner. While sitting at the table, a couple of com- 

 mitteemen came in and announced that Brother Sloan had 

 been appointed to preach the evening sermon. Then I squealed, 

 and let the cat out of the wallet ; told how I had been taken in, 

 and that I was no preacher at all. Of course, I was excused. 



The professor and I started home after dinner. We had 

 ridden along some distance in silence when I remarked, "Pro- 

 fessor, I believe you are about as deej) in the mire as I am in 

 the mud ; suppose we don't say anything about this scrape 

 when we get home." He said he'd never breathe it. 



About a year afterward, two young lawyers came down 

 from Gumming and stopped at the Norcross Hotel. I was 

 proprietor, and was carving at the dinner table. At the table 

 also, were quite a number of Atlanta guests. The two young 

 lawyers seemed to be having a side-show of fun to themselves. 

 When I asked them to divide, give the public the benefit of 

 their mirth ; they asked if I really wanted to hear the joke. I 

 told them by all means let us have it, when George Bell waved 

 his hand and said, "Brother Sloan, you will follow me./' and 

 then blurted out the whole story ; and to make matters worse, 

 my wife remarked that they must hive kept the matter very 

 quiet, as she had never heard of it before. I had to grin and 

 bear it all, and became more than ever impressed with the old 

 adage " that murder will out." 



