The Green Forest tribune., 1916-02-04
CHAPTER XV-Continued.

CHAPTER XV-continued.
 The wide-set sanitary policeman paused in his survey long enough to wag a thick forefnger at the outraged householder.
 Don't start anything" he advised.
 There's some tough mugs in this block, but you go down to the places I've been, and you'll find that they're all clean"
 With these few simple remarks, he turned his back indifferently to MT. Rogers, and, catching hold of the car pet in the corner with his fingers, he lifted 1t up by the roots.
 There's no use buckin' the govern ment," MT Rogers decided after critical study of the sanitary police mans back, which was extremely i'm pressive. Its government of the rich for the rich. Has a poor man got any show2 I'm a capable station ary engineer. All I ask is a chance to work-at my trade" This by an afterthought. "If you'll give me two GCAAdi SO tIu6 He ONGF-
 Rev. Smith Boyd stepped out of the way of the sanitary policeman, and then stepped out of the door
 And you call yourself a minister of the Gospel" Mr. Rogers yelled after him.
 That #as a sample of the mornings work, and Rev Smith Boyd felt more and more, as he neared luncheon time. that he merited some consideration, if only for the weight of the cross he bore. There were worse incidents than the abuse of men like Rogers; there were the hideous sick to see, and the genuinely distressed to com fort and depthless misery to relieve; and any day in Vedder court was a terrific drain, both upon his sympa- thIes and his personal pocket
 He felt that this was an exception ally long day.
 Home in hurry at twelve-thirty. A scrub, a complete change Of every thing, and a general feeling that he should have been sterilized and baked as well. Luncheon with the mother who saw what long day this was, then far different type of calls; in a sedate black car this time, up along the avenue, and in and out of the clean side streets, where there was little danger of having a tire pune tured by wanton knife, as so often happened in Vedder court.
 Away to Vedder court again. dis missing his car at the door of Temple mission, and walking inside, out of range of the leers of those senile old buildings. but not out of the range of the peculiar spirit of Vedder court which manifested itself most clearly to the olfactory sense
 The organ was playing when he en. tered, and the benches were half filled by battered old human remnants. who pretended conversion in order to nick up the crumbs which fell from the table of Market Square church. Chid- ing himself for weariness of the spirit, and comforting himself with the thought that one greater than he had faltered on the way to Golgotha he sat on the little platform, With a hymn book in his hand, and, when the prel. ude was finished he devoted his won. derful voice to the blasphemy.
 The organist. a volunteer. a littleI old man who kept a shoemakers sbon around the corner. and who played sincerely in the name of helpfuIness was pure of heart.
 The men with the rough-hewn conn. tenance. unfortunately not here today was also sincere in an entirely mn. spiritual way; but. with these excep- tiens, and himself, of course, the rec. tor knew positively that there was not another uncalloused creature in the room, not one who could be reached by argument, sympathy or fear! They were past redemption, every last man and woman; and, at the conclusion of the hymn, he rose to cast his pearls before swine, without heart and with. out interest; for no man is interested in anything which cannot possibly be accomplished.
 With a feeling of mockery, yet up held by the thought that he was hold. ing out the way and the light not only seven times but seventy times seven times. to whatever shred or crumb of divinity might lie unsuspect ed in these sterile breasts, he strove earnestly to arouse enthusiasm in him.