10 a. m.—Deacon Jones no better.
11 a. m.—Deacon Jones has relapse.
12.30 p. m.—Deacon Jones weaker. Pulse failing.
1 p. m.—Deacon Jones has slight rally.
2.15 p. m.—Deacon Jones’s family has been summoned.
3.10 p. m.—Deacon Jones has died and gone to heaven.
Later in the afternoon a traveling salesman happened by, stopped to read the bulletins, and going to the bulletin board, made another report concerning the deceased. It was:
4.10 p. m.—Great excitement in heaven. Deacon Jones has not yet arrived.
A group of drummers were trading yarns on the subject of hospitality, when one, a little Virginian with humorous eyes and a delightful drawl, took up his parable thus: