ame in. I arose and said, "how do you do, sir?" He said, "Howdy."
I said, "I want to stay all night." He said, "Alright, be seated."
I sat down. He said, "Are you traveling?" I said, "I have been."
He said, "Where are you from?" I said, "I am from Missouri." He
asked, "From what part." I told him. "Why," he said, "I have two
brothers living there." I thought he was mistaken, I had forgotten
myself. I said, "What is the name?" He said, "Hastings." I said,
"I know a W. H. Hastings there." He said, "Why, that is my brother.
I also have a younger brother there, Z. S. He is a teacher and they
say he has gone to preaching." I said, "Sure, I don't think he is
there now."

Well, we sat there for half an hour, he asking about his brother and
Missouri, and the war, and I telling what I knew. Finally his wife
said, "John, don't you know that boy?" I arose and he arose and
said, looking at his wife, "Know that man?" "Why, should I know
him?" I extended my hand and said you ought to know me. He
hesitatingly took my hand and said, "Who are you?" I said, "I am you
brother, Z. S." He said, "Impossible, this cannot be Simp." (When I
was a child at home, they called me Simp.) I replied, "Yes I am
Simp." We could hardly make him believe.

How wonderful is life. How little we know. How much of the little
we seem to forget. Yet someone says we never forget anything. I
expect to know more, and know it better, in the life to come. This
brother John was a grand old man, but he has been sleeping in the
grave ever since Nov. 3, 1891. His good wife also sleeps. But they
left one daughter and three sons, who are, at this writing, noble
citizens in Daviers County, Indiana.

I was chosen President of the County Teachers Association and elected
as first assistant principal to teach in Washington, the county seat
of Daviers County, Ind. This town was a little city of about four
thousand. It is now a beautiful city of ten or twelve thousand.
While there I preached in the court house and organized a small
congregation which met to hear me preach and worship in observing the
Lord's Supper, on each first day of the week. Now we have a large
congregation with a great church building costing many thousand
dollars.

While teaching here a very sad accident occurred one Saturday. One
of my pupils and a boy pupil from the room adjoining my room, taught
by a lady teacher, were playing in an old barn with the barrel of an