Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-12-16

had paper and pencil ready and type
writer beside him. The bishop of
Winchester sat in the window in q
straight backed chair. for it appeared
that he could not even allow himself
the luxury of resting when he might
have rested.
"A note of thanks from the president
Of the board of managers of the Home
For the Homeless said the secretary,
opening another letter. with a lit
tie sigh of relief, for he was near the
end of the pile He says that your
magnificent contribution has saved the
home from serious difficulties and that
this will enable them to go through
the winter comfortably"
No answer needed said the bishop
briefly.
"A letter from Mr.. Hanlon for help
for poor family. He says he has
found family in great distress. and
he looks to you for advice and assist
ance."
He doesn't need advice. He needs
assistance Tell him TO draw on me
and do what he thinks necessary"
"A letter from Mr.. Quintard in ref
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student. He has married and so has
forfeited his right to continue his
course and enter upon his career I'M
less you are willing to make an excep-
ton in his case"
The bishops face flushed and his
lips set in line like iron.
Write Mr.. Quintard." he said in icy
tones, that he will please convey to
the young man my compliments and
tell him that since he has put his nose
to the grindstone he may keep it there.
He is to tell him from me that he can
seek out some humble employment for
himself"
Are you going out, sir?" asked the
secretary as the bishop put on his
overcoat.
Yes" replied the great man sim
ply. Il promised to give a talk to the
workingmen tonight at the Dayton
mission"
There was a world of personal his.
tory in the simple answer. It was
cold and dismal night, and the fire was
burning cheerily in the crate, yet this
man, who might have taken his ease.
was going to the farthest extremity of
the city to talk to grimy workingmen.
The secretary watched him with Won
der and curiosity in his face. The
hard. stern. unbending man. the self
sacrificing syInpathizer with the poor
what contradictions were in this mans
nature.
The mission stood in the midst of a
thickly settled district populated chief
ly by the workmen from the foundries
and mills that abounded there. The
mission house was small and plain
and not too comfortable, as the bishop
knew. for he had spoken there before.
To his surprise, the doors were closed
and the place was dark.
Strange" he said to himself 81 did
not think / was too early"
Nothing stirred about the house ex-
cept little furry kitten which sat on
the steps and rent the air with ago.
nized bowls.
Mercy, what a voice" exclaimed
the bishop uneasily. Are you cold,
poor little kitty?''
Looking up and down the street to
see that no one was coming. he took
the tiny kitten up and stroked its
head, It opened it's mouth wide and
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could not explain. 1t surely must be
almost frozen. No one was coming
yet. The bishop unbuttoned his over
coat at the top and thrust the kitten
in.
eff see any one coming 1 can take
it out" he thought. Perhaps one of
the workmen will take it home to the
children
Lulled by the warmth, the kitten
was quiet for a moment, but all at
once it realized that there was some
thing else needed. 1t crawled up. put
out its head and howled- louder than
ever.
Mercy on usr' exclaimed the bisL-
op. at must be hungry. If the men
would only come
Sure enough. there was some one
walking up the street with a rapid
swing. But he was about TO pass
when the bishop stopped him.
Pardon me. my friend" he said,
but expected there would be serv-