The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1907-05-23
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| before the pastor.
You are a fine fellow" he said, Il
am glad to know you"
The stout man flushed.
None o. that" he abruptly said.
I'VE knew his father and mother.
They we're worthy people. and the boy
is a good boy. Neither my partner nor
/ have been married, and the youngster
/ sort O. seems like son to Us. There's
no question about money-we have all
/ that's needed"
There was a brief silences.
Il don't think that ever met a cir
Gus performer before said the young
I pastor.
Tie stout man laughed.
Il guess we're all human" be said
we have all Joys and sorrows. our
laughs and our pains, very much the
same as other folks. No doubt you re
sort O prejuiiced against us?'
Il was" said the young pastor. ut
was a Part Of my bringing up"
The stout man nodded.
You'll pardon my saying so. par-
.
seems 10 me that prejudice is often
another name for ignorance
I'm a young man." said the pastor.
Il have much to learn"
Again the stout man nodded
You're going at il in the right
way" he said. And now | want %
ask a favor. | want you 10 come up
and see the lad. You'll know how TO
talk 10 him. He won't stand for any
hing, but there1l be chance 10
put in helpful word now and then"
He talked 70 the lad. and he read
70 hin-and the boy was pleased at MS
coming. But the stout man seemed
to keep aloof from the young pastor.
Early one evening the latter was
/ hurrying through his gateway when
he encountered the boys friend.
where so fast, parson?" the stout
man asked as he swung into step be-
side him.
ITO the village. There is trouble
there"
Trouble. What sort Of trouble?"
"A farmer on the west hill was shot
this afternoon by some unknown per-
son and badly wounded. 4 coored
man was seen lurking in the neigh
/ borhood. He was taken to Jail, and
there may be an attempt 10 lynch him
/ tonight And the sheriff is away and
isn't expected home until tomorrow.
But he has been telegraphed TO return
at once. He knows how to handle
them"
Better keep away from this, par
son" the stout man counseled. mo
doubt the fellow is guilty and mobs
are a bad proposition. Somebody is
pretty sure to get hurt"
The young parson shook his head.
Il hope am good citizen as we'll
as a clergyman" he said.
/ The stout man grumbled beneath his
breath. but he kept step with the pas.
| tor.
Where are you going?" the latter
presently said.
with you" was the curt answer.
The village seemed quiet as they
crossed the park to the low building
used as a jail. The Tailor was alone
there, an elderly man.
THE sheriff can get back inside OF
an hour" he told the pastor, land
guess there won't nothin' dreadful
happen in that time"
SO the pastor and the stout man
stood on the Jail steps and waited in
silence. And then suddenly across
the park they saw confused rabble
approaching. There might have been
hundred persons in this mob, but
many Of them were boys. AS they
neared the Jail they uttered wild cries
Lynch himi" they shrieked.
Give us the keys. Jim Ferguson"
cried a voice, cor we'll burn the jail
over your head"
Batter in the door. boys" yelled
a fellow.
Then the pastor stepped out from he
shadow, and the stout man was close
AZ his side.
Men," cried the pastor, '1isten to
met
IT'S the parson," shouted a voice.
Give the parson chance"
And the young pastor. his voice full