The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-08-25

that scrap Of blue paper colored
the whole horizon. Sunday had
always been bit different from
the rest of the week, but Sunday
with a good breakfast for them
both was something of which she
had had little personal experience
hitherto. Close at hand, too; it
was Saturday night now-nay, by
the time she crept up the long
flight of stairs to her corner of the
attic it was Sunday morning, and |
it beloved her to get to sleep |
quickly, in order to be ready for
the feast.
Sunday morning in the quiet, re-
spectacle streets, where only an
occasional church bell broke the
stiffness, where the people passed
placidly by on their way to the
differeut churches, were not the
Sunday of Minis quarter. There
the unwashed, half-clad men gath
cred in knots at the street corners,
to lounge away the time till their
wives got breakfast ready. Tribes
of dirty children camped out by
the cutters, and quarrelled over
their crusts; wet, ragged garments
tapped from the windows, where
they were suspended to dry. Near
the end of one of the better streets
stood a small stone building, in no
wise distinguishable from its neigh
bors, except for notice above the
door, "The Sunday Morning Free
Breakfast"
Inside, on one of the back bench
es. sat Min aud Dicky, each with
a we'll packed paper bag of provis-
+ ions and a mug of steaming tea.
There was little conversation-it
= was not the time for it with all
that bread and butter on hand
but Minis eyes travelled up and
down diligently, missing very lit
tie that went on. Dickey's were
as dull and heavy as if he were
still up in his solitary attic.
Its fine in here, isn't it?" ejac
ulated his sister, with a sigh o.
e satisfaction, when the empty bag:
were all that remained of the feast
d Il wonder if we ought to go away
d now. Well see what the rest do.
d Aye" from Dicky. Min look
is about her again. A clergyman
d had come in and was standing Ill
to speak on low platform at tn
4, other end of the room.
e. "My friends, We are going t.
5 have very short service now, an
ne we would like for you to stay fo
it if you possibly can,' he said
in "Just hymn or two and read
II. ing-we will not keep you long.
st Some people on their bench ha
IL, got up to go, disregarding the IL
he vitation. Dicky mechanically &C
re up with them. Then he glance
~ uneasily at Min, who sat still.
so "Sit down." she whispered a,
er- thoritatively. II don't think it
very good manners to go direct
est you've eaten up their nice thing
TX Anyway, I'm going to stop"
on So, for the sake of pol1tenes
nt- the two kept their seats, thoue
WI empty benches before and behil
testified to the lack of that featu
wn in many of the visitors. The hyn
be or two were sung rather fatty, al
ut, very much out of time and tur
out and then the clergyman opened
do book and began to read out a sto1
"" Some of the hearers might ha
elf heard it before-it was quite n
ugs to Min-the story of the Go
ut Shepherd, who had compassion
ect- the hungry multitude away in t
les- desert, and fed them with
hop loaves and fishes, Min wished
ON would come down their str
regs sometimes. They were often til
ring and hungry, and needed some {
ven like that badly.
iris "And wherever He went,'
and ished the reader, in conclusl
pa "into villages, or cities, or co
ties, try, they carried their sick /
con- the streets and besought Him t
the they might touch if it were but
r. if border of His garment; and
,om-
ack- oeeS+e@o-ea>e ee> s43> oss
'sIfu Min ! Cramps, Group, |
over ) lr,.vs II Coughs,
With z ioOtn'
nned B Sosds, IL acEes !
e for 2
,ock- . Diarrhea,
} Dysentery,
table and an Bowel Complaints
-iee'' = A Cure, Safe. Quick Cure for
/ got a these troubles Is
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