Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-08-12

Joy bells ringin' in your heart,
/ Jcy-bells ringing in your heart!
lake salvation here below
with you everywhere you go;
twill keep the joy-bells ringin' in
your heart!"
| CHAPTER IL.
vinton could tolerate no more.
Suddenly he felt an Overwhelming
desire to be gone Unable longer to
endure the place, he got up, showed
past the negro sailor beside him,
who was rocking and moaning with
religious exaltation, and reached the
aisle.
That's the stuff, brother!" cried
the evangelist, above the shouting
of the hymn. Come to glory. sim
ner, come! The Lord won't throw
you just because you're classy an
got fine clothes on. All are welcome.
He amt got no prejudices, just so
you're sinner. Come. brother,
comet"
Vinton stood there hesitant for a
moment, just a little confused by
this unexpected appeal. He saw
/ many eyes fixed on him with Won
der. Miss Alden was looking at him,
/ too. as she sang-looking at him
with little line of doubt drawn
down between her brows. Vinton felt
his face begin to burn.
Come. sinner, be the first to-
night" vociferated the missionary,
stretching out his hands. Never in
his life had he caught so fine-look-
ing fish. Excitement shone in his
face. "Oh, be the first to set the
joy-bells ringin'! Come, sinner.
come--hallelujah Comet"
He made as II to descend from the
platform. Vinton. foresensfng the
horrible embarrassment Of the situa-
ton. should the evangelist reach him.
plead with him and involve him in
an argument before that gang of
ruffians and pnfortunates, turned
and hastily retreated.
| The hymn wavered and broke. The
cries of "Amen!" and Glory"
ceased. Everybody was craning an
eager neck at him., The young aris-
tocrat felt that he had unwittingly
created a scandal, and the burning
of his face grew hotter.
Amt you comm to get glory to-
night, brother?" shouted the mission
airy. Amt You comm to the table
of the Lord?"
4 But already Vinton had won to the
exit.
/ Tim ill.," he stammered to the
1 HOnrkpopep a Evoad
who, in unregenerate days. had been
bouncer in a Dover street saloon.
I can't stay any longer Here, take
this. He dug mp dollar bill and
showed it into the Swede's massive
hand. Perhaps II will help the work
along. Good night"
r'ank you. an come again, brod-
| der" said the Swede. DE Lord
bless you!"
The outer air. even OF that foul
court seemed, deliciously fresh and
pure by contrast with the choking
fetor of the mission. Buttoning his
overcoat to his chin, Vinton wander
ed away thru the litter toward the
garish lights of Hanover street.
Jove, that was awful. awful" he
murmured. as he reached the corner
and stood for a moment undecided
which way to go. "The worst ever
sawi"
An uneasy feeling chung to him,
sense of uncleanliness and Infection.
His clothing, his face, hands, lungs,
all seemed contaminated. The dis
agreeable thought occurred to him
N ho fO,,1 ~
easily have picked up germs OF
grippe. or even pneumonia He re-
membered with misgiving the pro-
fuse coughing he had heard there. On
the back of his head he still seemed
TO feel the touch of the dubious, put
tylike nose Of the outcast behind
him. Disgusting, was it not?
Deeply Vinton breathed the ting
ling air of the January night. as II
to free his blood from possible con-
tamination-the blood he had always
been taught to glory in keeping clean
and pure. Then, pensive and sad
dened by the thought that for many
wretch this sitting reek and crude
emotionalism represented the acme
lof both physical and moral well -be-
ing, he turned toward Scollay Square.
Its lights, far off, beckoned him to-
leave this intolerable ugliness and to
seek out his home again.
But as he walked, making his way
among the shifting, noisy, foreign
hne1 currents Of life on the unclean
+, street, q poignant thought required
to him. What of the girl? Unable
to endure the roekinp foulneSs re tho
mission, he had deserted: but she
had still remained there.
How might that be? Was she
made of a. more vital or a Drawer
stuff than he? Was he, then-Brad-
| ford Chandler Vinton-a gutter?
Despite the freezing night air, he felt
his face once more begin to burn.
Why had such woman gone to
such pest hole? How could she
tolerate such surroundings? She
seemed SO earnest, wholesome, clean!
Who might she be?
| A score of eager questionings
dawned upon the horizon of Vinton's
| soul. Her calm and brave face rose
before his mental vision, cheerful
and courageous and wonderfully IL
lumined by some sublime maternal
outgoing Of the spirit which seemed
to hold even the most repellent out.
cast in its soothing strength
| He stopped short. A sudden, keen
desire had been born in him-a de-
sire to know this new type of woman,
whom he had ever come in contact:
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