The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-04-24
DICK JONES CONVERSION.

lise. The latter was In the act of raising
the latch of gate which opened from
the public road into q narrow lane lead
ing to small country-house of no very
inviting aspect.
The person thus addressed turned and
fixed pair of mild, yet steady and pen
etrating eyes on the speaker.
(which way, strangerp" was repeat
ed, though in modified and more respect
full tones.
"Who lives there 2" said the stranger
pointing to the house just in view from
the road.
"Dick Jones'" was answered.
"What kind of man is hep" next
inquired the stranger.
"Rather hard case. You'd better
not go there"
"Why ="
"Ain't you the man that sells Bibles
and talks religion p'
Suppose am ="
"Take friends advice, then, and
keep away from Diek Jones. He'll in
suit you-may be, do worse"
I" 1 reckon not, "replled the colporteur,
for such he was.
He will, as sure as fate. I've heard
him say, over and over again, that If one
of you Bible sellers dared to come in
side of his gate, he'd set his dogs on
you. And he's just the man to keep his
word. So, take a friends advice, and
let him alone. No good will come of it,"
+" Has he wife and children ?" inquir-
ed the colporteur.
A wife and two little boys"
What kind of woman is his wifep"
80, she'll do well enough. utneigh-
bors don't go there much on account of
her husband who is a very imp of Satan,
if the truth must be spoken.''
"Like the blessed Master" was replied
to this, 81 come not to call the right
eous, but sinners, to repentance. OF all
things in the world, the Bible is most
needed at Dick JONES' and am bound
to place one there"
90, very well. Follow your own
BENT" said the farmer, slightly annoyed
at the others pertinacity. You'll re-
member that warned you, when his
dogs are at your heels, or his horsewhip
over your shoulders. So, good morning
to YOU"
Good morning." returned the stran-
ger, cheerfully, as he threw open the ILL
hung gate, and entered the forbidden
erro,,nds of Diok Jonac
Now, our brave friend, the colporteur,
was not strong, robust man, able to
meet and resist physical violence. In
the use of carnal weapons he had no
skill. But he had confident spirit, a
strong heart, and, above ALL an unwa-
vering confidence in the protecting pow
er of Him in whose service he was de-
devoting his life.
Even on the grounds of Dick Jones
the birds sung sweetly, the cool breezes
sported amid the leafy branches, and
the breaths of thousand flowers min
gled their fragrance on the air; and,
even as the colporteur trod these grounds
he felt and enjoyed the tranquil beauty
and peace Of nature. There was NO
shrinking in his heart. He was not in
terror of the lions that crouched on his
path. Soon he stood at the open door of
house, around which was no air of
comfort, nor single vestige of taste.
Who's there? What's wanted 2n
was the repulsive salutation of woman
who hurriedly drew an old handkerchief
across her brown neck and half exposed
bosom, on seeing stranger.
May Gods peace be on this house !"
said the colporteur, in low, reverent
voice, ,as he stood, one foot on the ground
and the other across the threshold
A change passed instantly over the
woman's face. Its whole expression
softened. But she did not invite the
stranger to enter.
"Go-go," she said, in a hurried voice.
" Go away quickly My husband will be
mere directly, and he"
She paused, leaving the sentence un-
finished, as if reluctant to speak what
was in her mind.
why should go away quickly ?"
asked the stranger, as he stepped into
the room, taking off his hat respectfully
and setting himself in chair. "Iwish
to see and speak with your husband. Mr..
Jones, believe is his nameY"
g Yes sir, his name is Jones. But he
don't want to see YOU"
:" Don't want to see me! How do you
know Who am Yn