Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-07-14


"your baby will never be drunkard.
My husband was. We lost good farm
back in Ohio on account Of the drink,
and then my husband died, and took
the boy and came out here. l went
purposely to a lonesome place to keep
my boy from the town. l may have
made mistake, but did the best
knew, and feared for him on account
Of his father. Oh, ma'am, your heart
is sore, know it, but it's not as sore as
mine, for your baby never broke your
heart. l would sooner see my boy In
his coffin than see him as have many
time during the past two years.
There's trouble and trouble. May God
help us to bear our own. But your
baby's safe noY. How can tell If
mine ever will De"
She spoke the last words in such a
tone Of hopeless sadness that Dorothy
lifted up her head and looked at her.
"Don't say that" she said. and the
tears flowed down her face faster.
They were merciful tears. Her heart.
which had been fast bound within her
as If 1t would burst, felt the first relief
she had known. God was leading her.
She still did not know that what NAL
com had experienced had come to her
also. But the lonely, stricken woman
in the little study, representing 80
much human sorrow Of kind that
neither Dorothy nor Malcom knew, had
touched her. She also was able to say
to her husband years afterward that
she felt as If the coming Of that other
burden into their own heavy hearted
lives was part of the loving Fathers
plan for their victory in overcoming
the world, the world Of what might
have grown to be a very selfish sorrow.
What happened, all that was said in
that little study room after that, Is not
easy to tell; but when Mrs. Barton
went out Malcom Kirk went with her.
Dorothy went into her own little room
and prayed, and there was that In her
prayer that revealed to her the loving
Father. For the first time she saw her
baby surrounded by the infinite love,
and when she came back to her work
in the kitchen there were hope, immor-
tai hope, and large measure Of the
peace Of Christ in her heart.
Malcolm Kirk got into the farm wag-
on with Mrs. Barton, and they drove
down to the main business street Of
Conrad.
"Now, Mrs. Barton" Malcom had
said, 'if you will wait outside I'll go
into the saloons and see if can find
your boy. While I'm looking you
might question passersby and ask
them If they have seen the hay wagon
and horses anywhere"
She thanked him gratefully, and he
noted that even in the burning sun her
thin, sorrowful figure trembled and
shivered, and her lips quivered as If
she were cold. His compassion for her
motherhood increased every moment
"God help her." he said as he stepped
down out Of the wagon. "This boy
is one Of the lost ones in this town
that Dorothy and 1 pledged ourselves
three years ago to rescue. Heaven
give me strength and wisdom to make
that promise good"
He had never been inside Of saloon
in his life. He shrank from the ordeal
before him with all the shuddering Of
highly sensitive spirit in the presence
of an ugly, repulsive, hideous evil. But
he went at once into the first saloon
on the main street and stopped inside
near the door and looked around him.
It was not yet 10 o'clock in the morn
ing, but there were a dozen men and
boys in the room, which was quite
large, seated with stools and furnished
with small, round tables.
At first his entrance attracted no at
tention. A few Of the men were
lounging at the bar. The rest were
seated at the tables. But as he re-
NAMED by the door two or three of
those nearest him turned and looked at
him. One Of the men was q laborer
who had several times been employed
by Malcom in odd jobs about the house.
Instantly Kirk walked over to him
and held. out his hand. Carver, do
you know Mrs. Barton's boy? Philip
is his name. She is looking for him.
He left home Saturday, and she Is
sure he is in one of the saloons some
where"
The man looked very much embar
rassed. He Shuffled his feet nervously
in the dirty sawdust under the table.
81 saw him yesterday. He was in
Valmer's place in the next block"
'Thank you," said Malcom slowly.
"Can any of you gentlemen tell me
anything about him? Has any one
seen him today"
No one answered, and there was a
painful silence. The barkeeper, who
had been eying Kirk, suddenly broke
the silence by saying with a short
laugh:
"You won't find him here. I won't
say he hasn't been here. He knows
good thing when he sees it. Won't
you step up and take glass Of iced
beer this morning? We keep the best
in the town on tap for preachers"
There was a laugh from one or two
Of the men nearest the speaker, but