Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1895-10-17
rno WAYS.
One Was Barren Of Coed Results, But the
Other Warmed MANY Young Mems

One Was Barren Of Coed Results. But the
Other Warmed MANY Young Mems
Hearts.
Youths Companion
The wives Of two of the professors
in one of our colleges came out of
church together one Sunday morning
talking Of the sermon which had been
preached by g stranger
thought ne meant me" said Mrs.
Lynn, when he said, Several hun
dred strangers come among you every
year, young men who have left friends
and home behind them, and for whom
loving mothers are praying, = and you
suffer them to remain strangers and
friendless. Not a door is open to them
but that of the saloon. No one but the
bar keeper haH5a smile of welcome.
really thought he looked directly at
me. l often think how dreary it is
for the young men in my husbands
classes. Most of them, infer, have
not an acquaintance in the city, They
stay here friordless for four years i
must do something"
And IL said Mrs. Poole. SIT is
our Christian duty
Ben Wilson was pouring over his
books in his bare little bed room, a
day or two later, when an inspiring
note was brought to him: MRS.
Poole. AT home February 10th, from
TO 10 p. M.
Wilson was a man of sense and a
hard student, but his breath quickened.
In the two long, lonely years which he
had spent in the great city, this was
the first intimation he had received
that homo in it was open to him.
He was warm hearted, affectionate
fellow, and the loneliness had some
times seemed almost intolerable. He
showed the note with good deal of
excitement to one Of the men in class.
Yes, we all got them. 1t will be a
Jam. Dress suit, men standing about
in corners knowing nobody. l don't
go. /"
Nor l." said Wilson. 81 have no
dress suit, nor even gloves. Butt
should like to talk to lady once
again!''
It was bitter disappointment.
He called on Mrs. Poole after the re-
ception, but was told, as were all the
young men who did SO, that she "did
not receive to-day"
81 can't be bored with a perpetual
stream of undergraduates, she told
her husband. ~ have done my duty
to them.
A few days later Ben met Prof. Lynn
coming out Of class. My wife,, said
the professor, wishes you to take tea
with us tomorrow. No dress nor cere-
mony, remember.
Ben brushed his coat. as he made
ready, with beating heart. He was
a poor man, working his way through
college; but he was of gentle breeding,
and when he entered the little library,
and was welcomed by the low voiced,
kind little woman and her children,
it seemed like home to him. There
were but two of his class there. They
all sat around the fire and talked and
then had simple, gay supper; and
then Mrs. Lynn played, and they all
sang, in and out of tune.
When they were going, she said, 81
| wish you would come To this house on
Sunday afternoons, as If it were youI
home. If ] am not here the books will
be, and the piano, and the fire, and In
summer, the garden. They are al
yours. ~
She shook hands with them again,
with smiling, friendly eyes.
Bon felt as if he had been at home
with his mother when he went back tC
his boarding house. He is making his
way in his chosen profession now, but
he talks of these Sunday afternoons
still, and of the help the little woman
and her home gave to him and to many
other young men in their struggle t.
be Christian gentlemen.
Tho undergraduates" were somt
ties trouble to her, no doubt. Blu
was the end not worth the trouble?