Mr. Charles Bright was principal of the Emburg schools the fall that
Parson Weaver came to take charge of the Methodist Episcopal church at
that place. He was 30 years of age, a nervous, sensitive man, both of
which characteristics had been intensified by severe work in the school
room. He was less than the average height and thin in flesh, the scale
beam tipping at 120 when he stood on the platform to balance the
weight. His face was thin and his beard scattered, but his large black
eyes were as keen as a lance, and they always seemed to see everything
that came within the range of vision. He was fairly educated, but in
no sense a great scholar. His patrons called him "Professor," but he
made no claim to the title, and it was offensive in his ears when
applied to himself. He was characterized with excellent common sense,
and, best of all, was a man of resources. He was an excellent
classroom worker, managed his school well, and was held in high esteem
by his fellow-teachers and his pupils. Above all, he was a man whose
personality impressed itself upon those with whom he associated, and
whose character was strong and wholesome, making itself felt upon his
pupils continuously.

To this man came Parson Weaver on a memorable morning, when the
following dialogue ensued, after the two had made themselves known to
each other:

"I have a son," said the parson, "whom I should like to send to school
to you."

"Certainly," replied Mr. Bright, "send him along, and we will endeavor
to take care of him, amongst us."