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The answer was: "Yes, brother, but a mighty dirty one." I gave him credit for the comment. The next morning I said to my wife: "Woman, make me up a beautiful basket of pears." She asked, "What will you do with it?" I replied "I will take it to Brother Stäbler," to which she said, "Then certainly this is for the sermon which he held for you yesterday morning?" I gave the answer, "You've hit on it exactly, wife!"
When I entered the minister's residence I asked, "Is Brother Stäbler home?" The answer was, "No, he went out to visit some people." "I've brought here a basket of exquisite pears the likes of which he's never eaten before. Please give him my compliments for the sermon, which he held for me yesterday. I would only like to ask if he's going to preach on this text again to please make the sermon into two or three parts, and I am no 'dirty smoker' since each evening I smoke a fine cigar and this is appropriate for the second or third class." Two weeks later we met each other on Main St. He greeted me quite cordially with these words: "Say, Brother Boller, the pears are all gone. I must give another sermon soon on temperance."
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