The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1896-11-26

aside. they were on terms Of the mos
perfect equality.
They rode on the car well out toward
the Western Addition. stopping at lasi
before a lar house not far from Var
Ness avenue. The stranger opened
The iron gate boldly. little Phil pad
ding along AT his side. and iang the
front door bell. lie seemed TO be well
kn0 IN there. for he stepped into the
house al once when the laekey opened
the door.
II viii so up at once 20 the library
John" he sai1. II suppose the doctor
Is ln7"
Yes. sir. Mr. George. he ls in, sir"
said John. looking at little Phil with
somethlng as closely approaching dis
favor as the breeding Of perfect SER
want would permit
Little Phil had never been In house
like that before. but the great brown
silence Of the subdued lights nor the
deep carpet into which his wet feet
sank at every step could quell the feel
ing Of perfect equality in his small
breast. He returned the servants look
OF displeasure with interest and Impl-
dence. and followed in the wake Of his
new friend.
Rev. DIR. Walker. pastor Of st. vitus'
Episcopal church. was in his library
He had conducted a most successful
Thanksgiving service In the morning.
and was meditatlng now upon the ex-
cellent dinner whose announcement he
was almost momentarily expecting. and
to which he had invited few congo
nial guests 20 help him close the day
In fitting fsshion. There would be
evening service at the church. but the
curate would attend 90 that His pa
rishioners would not expect the rector
ito stir abroad upon such an unpleas-
ant evening. Sitting there In front OF
his warm coal fire, his large white
hands held in front Of him in the posi-
ton OF the devout. Rev. DIR. Walker
looked up as the door was thrown open
and the man Of the pilot coat entered,
little Phil at his heels. The boys shock
head was scarce higher than the writ
ing table In the center Of the room,
and at first the rector did not'see him.
'Ah. Captain George" Rev. DR..
Walker said. rubbing his large white
hands one upon the other. "uneeremo-
nious. as usual. am glad to see you.
really. How have you kept the day?
You have come TO dinner. hope?"
We'll, no. brother John, have not
come to dinner. l told you l could
not. l believe. But have brought a
guest in my place" indicating little
Phil. who came for the first time with
in the doctors view.
God bless me-" said that good man.
eeasing suddenly to rub his large white
hands together. and looking inexpress-
ibly shocked. God bless me, George
what's this?''.
Il told you had brought a guest
in my place. did not?"
But. is not this rather cruel jesting
You did not tell your-er-your friend
what he had to expect. hope?"
well. no. brother. did not. 1 sus-
pect. do you know. that knew you toe
well for that"
That is sensible, brother; that /,
very sensible" and the rector. rising
stepped toward the electric bell.
What are you going to do?" tn,
burly brother asked.
Why, send him to the servants hal
and have him fed and-er- washed
1t is the kindest thing"
And do you suppose he would go?'
What is he here for?"
AS told you. brought him to din.
ner with you. Your sermon this morn
ling, believe. was upon the beauty OF
charity and the equality of all mer
upon a day of giving thanks"
But. my dear George. you do moi
understand. We do not carry out
beautiful theories into our private
lives"
And your Master. who said. Suffer
little children to come unto me?"
"A glorious sentiment, brother. A d.
vine sentiment! Mere man cannot reach
those sublime heights. We feed the
hungry. There are the charities. But
the Lord gives abundance to some,
want to others. We cannot imprudently
Interfere with the working of his mys-
terious will"
IAN men. then. are not equal in the
sight OF the Master?"
"only theoretically, brother; only the
oretically The boy has a soul, dare
say. Those common creatures have.
But We really cannot go out of our way
to reach it. He would not feel happy.
brother at the tables of the great"
You are not willing to try the ex-
periment?"
you are absurd, brother. The bish-
op is coming to dinner tonight. What
WOQiu ne Inltlh. w nat Noulu my WIG
say?"
Ibid Jesus Christ consider the bishop
when he put out his hands to the
lowly?"
But you do not understand. A mere
man Of today cannot hope to emulate
the Masters excellence"
"A mere man Of today 1t seems, is
not willing to try, Come on, youngster.
There is neither turkey nor small bot
ties for us here
"You win not let me send him to the
kitchen. brother?" the rector said; but
the burly man. the boy in his wake,
had gone out. Rev. John Walker sank
back into his easy chair before the
fire, rubbing his large white hands
meditatively together. IT'S pity" he
unused, that my brother George is so,
so impetuous. II it could be possible
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