Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1899-11-01
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"What Would Jesus Do?"
CHAPTER TX.

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torium in Chicago was just over, and
the usual crowd was struggling to get
TO its carriage before any one else. The
Auditorium attendant was shouting out
the number of different carriages, and
the carriage doors were slamming as
the horses were driven rapidly to the
curb, held there impatient by the
drivers who had shivered long in the
raw east wind, and then let 60 to
plunge for few minutes into the river
of vehicles that tossed under the ele-
waited railway and finally went whirling
off up the avenue.
"Now, then, GAP shouted the Au-
ditorium attendant. "Six hundred and
twenty-fourr' he repeated as there
dashed up to the curb splendid span
of black horses attached to carriage
having the monogram &C. K. s. In
gilt letters on the panel of the door
Two girls stepped out of the crowd
toward the carriage. The older one had
entered and taken her seat, and the at
tendant was still holding the door open
for the younger. who stood hesitating
on the curb.
"Come, Felicia What are you wait
ing for? I shall freeze to DEATH" called
the voice from the carriage.
The girl outside of the carriage hast
lily unpinned bunch of English violets
from her dress and handed them to a
small boy who was standing shivering
on the edge of the sidewalk, almost
under the horses feet He took them
with look of astonishment and a
THANK ye. ladyl" and instantly buried
a very grimy face in the bunch of per-
fume The girl stepped into the car
riage the door shut with the incisive
bang peculiar to we'll made carriages of
this sort. and in O few moments the
coachman was speeding the horses rap
idly up one of the boulevards.
"You are always doing some queer
thing or other. Felicia" said the older
girl as the carriage whirled on past the
great residences already brilliantly
lighted.
cam I? What have 1 done that is
queer now. Rose?" asked the other,
looking up suddenly and turning her
head toward her sister.
"Oh, giving those violets to that boy
He looked as if he needed a good hot
supper more than q bunch of violets
It's wonder you didn't invite him
home with rs. l shouldn't have been
surprised if you had You are always
doing such queer things. Felicia.
would it be queer to invite boy
like that to come to the house and get
a hot supper9" Felicia asked the ques-
tion softly and almost as if she were
alone.
"Queer isn't just the word. Of
course. replied Rose indiferently. "It
would be what Nine. Blanc calls outre
decidedly. Therefore you will please
not invite him or others like him to hot
suppers because I suggested it. Oh,
dearl I'm awfully tired"
She yawned, and Felicia silently
looked out of the window in the door.
1.-The concert was stupid, and the
violinist was simply bore. don't see
how you could sit so still through it
all" Rose exclaimed. a little impa-
tiently.
"Iliked the music" answered Felicia
quietly.
"You like anything. I never saw n
girl with so little critical taste. "
Felicia colored slightly, but would
not answer. Rose yawned again and
then hummed fragment of a popular
song. Then she exclaimed abruptly:
I'm sick Of almost everything. l
hope the Shadows of London will be
exciting tonight.
I" The Shadows of Chicagor muir
INJURED Felicia
/" The Shadows of Chicagor The
Shadows of London, the play, the great
drama with its wonderful scenery, the
sensation of New York for two months
You know we have box with the De-
lanos tonight"
sister. Her great brown eyes were very
expressive and not altogether free from
a sparkle of luminous heat.
"And yet we never weep over the
real thing on the actual stage of life.
What are the shadows Of London on the
stage to the shadows of London or Chi
cago as they really exist? Why don't
we get excited over the facts as they
are2"
Because the actual people are dirty
nd n nd oh
bother. suppose. " replied Rose care
lessly. Felicia, you never can reform
the world What's the use? We're not
to blame for the poverty and misery
There have always been rich and poor,
and there always will be. We ought to
be thankful we're rich.
Suppose Christ had gone on that
principle" replied Felicia, with un-
usual persistence. "Do you remember
DR.. Bruce's sermon on that verse few
Sundays ago. For ye know the grace
Of our Lord Jesus Christ. that. though
he was rich. yet for our sakes he be-
came poor. that ye through his poverty
might become rich?'
II remember it well enough" said
Rose. with some petulance. And
didn't Dr. Bruce go on to say that there
was no blame attached to people who
had wealth if they are kind and give to
the needs of the poor? And l am sure
the doctor himself is pretty comfortably
settled. He never gives up his luxuries
Just because some people in the city go
hungry. What good would it do if he
did2 tell you, Felicia, there will al
uavs ba moor and rich in snite of all we