Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-06-04

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the fresh air has doubtless made you
hungry"
After luncheon the young lady light.
ed a fire on the hearth in a cozy sit.
ting room and invited Mr.. Tyndale to
rest before departing. It seemed evi-
she was DESTROYS Of learning what
manne of man he was, likely by order
of her aunt, who she admitted intrust
ed her with the administration of many
of her charities. :.
"Aunty is getting old" she said,
'and can't get about as she once
could, so you see that the brunt of the
work falls on me-"
II presume" remarked Mr.. Tyndale,
that she has made provision for these
dispensations after her death?"
Everything she has will go to char
ity."
Mr.. Tyndale did not pursue the mat.
ter further. but was struck with the
fact that she seemed quite satisfied
that the old lady's fortune should go
elsewhere than to herself.
Mr.. Tyndale had received Miss Win.
kle's note the middle of March. and
Easter Sunday that year fell on the
4th of April. Since he spoke extern.
~poraneously. he did not even need to
write a sermon and devoted all his
time to visiting the people to whom
he would preach, not only to study
their needs, but to relieve them. He
found many necessities of a practical
kind, which he reported to Miss Win
kle. and they were either relieved
through him or her niece went with
him to relieve them. 1t is question
able whether the b~eneficiaries were
more pleased at these visits or the
young clergyman who was instru-
mental In bringing them about, for he
found charitable work In the company
of a pretty girl very attractive. Then.
too, the reporting of what was needed
involved frequent visits to the donor.
who in most cases sem her niece to
receive the visitor and act in her
stead.
BY the time Easter Sunday came
around the reverend gentleman had
abundant material for an Easter ser.
mon. In other words, the sermon had
been growing up within him for a
month and had only to- be poured out.
a message of comfort and encourage.
ment to those who must work hard
under the disadvantages of education
for their living. and not only had tbs
sermon been prepared by active work.
but the congregation had been pro-
vided. Trinity Memorial church had
not been we'll attended. Several cler.
gymen had been tried with a view to
drawing the working people living
near it to worship there, but they had
all failed. What was the cause OF
their failure does not concern this
story. One thing is eertain-Edgal
Tyndale had endeared himself to hun
dreds of people by relieving their tenn
poral wants. When it came to- speak
to them in church of their spiritual
necessities they were ready and anx-
ious to hear him.
Easter Sunday was one of those mel.
low days that come in April. when the
contrast between the cold past and
coming warmth is most apparent,
when the sunshine Is developing the
buds, when the birds are fitting about
gathering material for their nests. A
throng of working people poured into
the Memorial church, many in better
clothes than they wore OF week days,
some confined by necessity to their
soiled garments Every seat was oc.
cnpied, and persons were standing sew.
eral rows deep in the rear Of the
church.
When Mr.. Tyndale stepped into the
pulpit he looked among the front pews
for Miss Wrinkle. She was nowhere
to be seen, but among those who were
standing was her niece, who declined
to take a seat so long as others need
ed to be provided.
The sermon was what might have
been expected, a counterpart of what
the speaker had done among the con.
gregation during the past month. As
he had then given bodily comfort he
now gave spiritual comfort. He told
them of what Easter was the promise
mot the promise to the world general
ly, but to each n of them individual
ly. Hundreds of faces, each denoting
deep interest, were turned up to him
and made him feel that what he gave
was taken in the spirit in whichA he
gave it.
1t had been intimated to Mr.. Tyndale
that there was little or no doubt that
he would receive the call as pastor of
the church, irrespective of his sermon.
because he had demonstrated that he
was a worker. He was invited to dine
at Miss Wrinkles after church, and,
joining Miss Wrinkles niece at the
door, he walked home with her. When
dinner was served she a~pologized for
her aunt's nonappearance on the usual
ground. Mr.. Tyndale and the niece
dined alone. Mr.. Tyndale found on