The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-11-17

would have no difficulties of any kind.
 Better for him if she had.
 Presently the infant mistress reap peared. She bore cake of soap, a
 sponge, while a rough towel was over
 her arm. Then the line of small hve-
 year olders began to swerve and dodge., They got one behind the other.
 There were cries of Come out O. that,
 you Joel" Please, mother washed me
 juss fore I come She did indeed, ma'ami'
 But nothing availed. In a very bus iness-like way, and as one used to the
 task, the tall girl called tn em forward
 one by one, and in spite of their pro- tests, washed Cor re-washed) her flock,
 paying special attention to the eyes, all
 screwed up into twists for fear of soap. Furthermore. she behaved like a very
 Stanley in the trackless wastes of
 Darkest Africa behind their ears. Still not one cried and not one re- fused the ordeal Indeed, each stood to
 attention so soon as their own scrub hing was done and enjoyed to the full the sufferings of their comrades-as
 good little Sunday school children
 ought to do.
 Good and betterp' thought Jacob
 Romer, as he halted moment on his heel to peer through the gate of the
  ing the part of janitor and magnifying his office, shut the door i1 his face, but Jacob, for once nothing 'angered, only
 murmured, "She has enough firmness to
 manage children, what can man wish for more?"
 He congratulated himself that he was not the prey to any foolish sentiment, such as ignorant and foolish persons call love" He never did anything s- rA attf fnfs- ing from a disease, that was all. He had diagnosed 1t, he had found the
 remedy, and now he was going to ap- ply it.
 He stepped all the way to the cor ner of the road where Newcastle High way ran long and straight into the hor- izon. with it's length almost clear of the week day traffic of wagons. and the pavements only encumbered by a few Sunday strollers, and belated sch ool children in their best array. He discovered that the street was named Ryan street, and so by simple reasoning process the building which interested him would be called Ryan
 street Sunday school.
 Good" he said, after a little, "I will go and look up that superintendent. He fumbled in his peck for card. His name was good 1ntroductioh III
 Thorsby and the neighborhood. People were wont to look twice at card With
 Jacob Incubus Gorm Romer,' upon it. He heard the hymn rise and fall, the scuffling hush of the prayer. Then to his ear came the scurry and drumming clattar of the classes dismissing to their work. He let this settle bit, and then strolled to the door, With roll DOCK and a sheaf of papers in his hand the superintendent-a small eager, black eyed man-was bolting across the little bricked courtyard when Jacob stopped him. big and strong.
 .sYou are the superintendent or the
 Ryan street Sunday school?' he asked. The quick, bird-like little man nodded, caught in mid-stride and slowly letting 1 the arrested front foot sink to the | ground. Jacob put the card back Tn ms | pocket.
 Then, since we are face to face, he | said. ''I need not trouble you with tn piece of pastehoard. l am MT. Jacop | Incubus Gorm Romer-
 An said the spperintendeht' nush ] ing. the nephew of "Precsely" Jacob cut him snort,
 recognising him as clerk and collector | under the Thorsby Board of Guardians 1 Il have been much interested In your 1 work here having to pass this way to my uncle's offices from my rooms
 .Ah, indeed! Delighted! What can do for you?
 | The superintendent scented afar of l subscription for struggling Ryan 1 street. and the nephew of their ground landlord was certainly not to be poWeo l to the door like the first comer. l, "Would you like to see our work IT | action. sir?'
 Jacob would, and in a minute he was | being introduced to Miss French, Whe
 so ably and conscientiously teaches ou' infant class" As they went out Jaco1
 as if impressed by the long array O
 awe-struck chubby faces, all now clean remarked: That is difficult task