Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-02-07
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Piled with smile. 81 Ii title. peo,,le
who act that are Cd llg : j &
TO bel ma position to teach their tea ch-
sers in time. .ssa b n
. snail never be able to teach the
Tea ch a:l an az ouse, said John
Gordol, est Iiss Audrey 4 Ia UGH
cd ed and II the faintest tinge of color an
E peared on her cheeks. I've are all
/ 4 learners lea here. Let Him who has mot
RI lea something today hold up HIS
name. Not a hand in sight. Oh, we are
all al in the primary class! The people:
are the alphabet of God. And We have
not yetlearned the alphabet . = s +. z
hhe&talk gradually circled the table.
While "! lie John Gordon continued to tell
Miss Andrews something in detail Of
the interview with his father ana sis
Ter Ter a ter the, meal was over the resi-
dents scattered to their work, but half
a dozen with Miss Andrews and John
Gordon fingered few minutes in the
ilorary and living room, which opened
out Of the wide: hall, next the old fash
Toned staircase which went up near
the center of the room, forN Hone
House had formerly been an old fam
lily mansion, and it stood now in it's
solitary refinement of interior in COM
piete contrast to every building in the
dismal district now ruled and ruined
by the human ruins that pleaded day
and night for rebuilding until the souls
Of the residents grew weary with the
burden, and God either grew. daily
farther away or closer by, in prop0r-
ton as the workers in the settlement
grew more and more to love the PEG
pie or more and more to lose faith in
their redemption ~ -.
When John Gordon finally went.
away, he had practically promised to
become permanent resident of Hope
House. Something of John Gordon,s
family history was known to most of
the residents, and there was enough of
the romantic and unusual in such de-
elsion as his to stir the ina gination of
the earnest young men and women
who had thrown in their lot with HOPE
House and what it stood for in the city.
When John Gordon, came out from
the archway and turned into the street.
1t was after 8 o'clock. He walked
along for half a dozen blocks, trying to
realize what his life work would be
In such a place. Whatever else it
would be, he knew it would be life
that would demand inexorably all the
MANHOOD possible. AS he stopped and
looked back down the street and re-
allied it's wretchedness, it's discomfort.
Its squalor, it's moral filth, his heart
cried out for strength, his soul felt
compassion and anger and longing.
and his love of the people, to his in
tense satisfaction, grew in spite of
what they were and because of what
they We're
He was still standing there, absorbed
in his thought of future possibilities,
when man put his hand on his shout
der and said familiarity ... .t..
"John, do you want good company?
I'm: with you if you do - s.. -.
."David!r cried John Gordon in as
constituent How do. you happen to
be here?" ~ - u 80 ~ =. f
# Studying life, eh?" said David Bar
ton as he put his arm within his
friends and walked on. 4" =. r. * :->s II
7" "'But how does ithappen that you's-
n Having "a weeks vacation Harris
told me I'd better go to Colorado. Been
down here every night !: :.z$
u John Gordon walked on in deepening
establishment. T. e.. 3:% r. r.. =:
u !" Come up to the rooms and let us
have talk said Barton, and John.
Gordon quietly agreed They took a
car and after riding two miles left the
car, walked two blocks and came out
on Park Boulevard, where David Bar.
tor, managing editor of the. Daily
News, had apartments. sz Il e.: g. Is S>
hen they were seated, David Bar
ton turned a sharp, nervous, but kind
" face toward John Gordon. :st ~ 5 . 81
ta.Surprised to see me down In the
region of Hope House Great place