Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-03-11

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"Nobedy. has eyeratalkeda toaple this
way" poor Blenkinsop sobbed. No
body. but you has ever treated lme!las
IL / was rhumanMe IS. So, ~ ~. ;,ia Z, :, :
@..I KNOW know. It's a rhard old
world; but at last you've found .a man
who is willing to be brother ITO you
,if;you really want, ene..'.ir a1ia ?'it z.ae
The poor man rose from the table and
went to the minister's side and held
out his hand. ~. -. i,s..7! :
IT do want a brother, sir, an rlf' do
anything at all,"-he said in a broken
voice. = .,..y IL. s.:5',:.: 80 ~: /
"Then come with me-; the minister
commanded. '"First, I'm going to Inn
prove the. outside Of you" ~ -, +
When, they were ready to leave: the
house, BlenkInsop and. his: dog. had q
bath and the former was shaved ard
In clean and respectable garments
from top to toes 4, 24'# 4 = I.
"You look IKE a new man." said
Mr.. Singleton. -
,"Seems like, I felt more like q !,
proper human bein'," :Blenkinsop an
swered. -. ,ss -. ;,.s;.!.: -. i,s :
| Christmas was scampering up and
down the hall las If he sfelt like a new
dog. Suddenly he discovered the
stag's head gagaln: and SUNK Into q
dark corner growing. :: :.
"a bath is good sort Of baptism,
the minister remarked Here's an
;overcoat that I haven't Eworn for%a
year. It's fairly warm, ,stoo. Now II
your Old Self should rhappe ITO come
dn, sight: of. you ,amaybe he'd move back
into his home. I remember once that
we had a canary bird TINT got away.
We hung his cage In one OF the trees
out I'M the, yard with some food In It.
By ;and by, we found him singing On
the'perch in his little home. Now, Il
:we"!put some good food, in the cage,
maybe your bird will come back. Our
work has only just begun"
They went. out Of. the door and
crossed the street and entered the big
stone Congregational church and sat
down together in 1 pew. A soft light
came through the great jeweled win,
dows above the altar, and In the clear
story, and over the organ loft. They
were the, gift of Mr.. Bing. 1t was
quiet, restful, beautiful place. 80 =
II used to stand in the pulpit there: /
and'Iook. down upon d crowd Of hand. !: !:
someiy ]: dressed: people,! ssatd /: IN. :s,E
Singleton in q low voice. 8, There is;
something wrong about this;',I thought.
There's. too much probability. here.
There are no flannel shirts and .ging-
ham dresses In the place. / can. not
see half dozen poor people. !. I Wish
there was some ragged, clothing down
there in the pews. There isn't an out. !.
and.out sinner in the crowd. Have we
set up. q little private god of our, own
that cares only for the rich and y're..
spectacle? I asked myself. This Is the
place for Hiram Blenkinsop and old
Bill Iange and poor Lizzie Quesnelle,
Ef they only knew 1t. Those are the
kind of people that Jesus cared most,
about They're beginning to come to
us now and we are glad Of 1t. I want
to see you here every Sunday after
this. ! want you to think OF this place
as your home. If you really wish to
be my brother, come with me-"
Benkinsop trembled with strange
excitement as he went with Mr.. Single
ton down the. broad aisle, the dog, !
Christmas following meekly. Man and y
minister knelt before the altar. Christ
mas sat down by his masters side, In