THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
old trick. Did me that way; does everybody that way. Same old Daniel. Proud, though; can't help it; can't help it."
The big man answered with still more warmth, "You ought to hear how he talks to us folks when we have meetin's at the Cove school house. He's as good as any preacher you ever heard; except that he don't put on as much, maybe. Why, sir, when we buried Jim Lane week before last, everybody 'lowed he done as well as a regular parson."
At this Dr. Coughlan stopped short and leaned against a convenient tree for support, looking up at his big host, with merriment he could not hide; "Parson, parson! Daniel Howitt talk as good as a parson! Blast it all! Dan is one of the biggest D. D.'s in the United States; as good as a parson, I should think so! Why, man, he's my pastor; my pastor. Biggest church, greatest crowds in the city. Well what would Sarah and the girls say!" He stood there gasping and shaking with laughter, until Old Matt, finding the ridiculous side of the situation, joined in with a guffaw that fairly drowned the sound of the little man's merriment.
When they finally moved on again, the Doctor said, "And you never knew? The papers were always full, always. His real name is—"
"Stop!" Old Matt spoke so suddenly and in such a tone that the other jumped in alarm. "I ain't a
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