The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1921-03-24

eyes, q mouth dcl,nte NJ GIRLS and
teeth very white and shapeiy The
Bakers had lifted the boundaries Of
his life and extended his vision. lie
found n new Joy In studying flower
forms and In Initiating their colors on
canvas
Now. indeed there was not hap
pier lad In the village than this young
prisoner In one Of the two upper bed.
rooms In the small cottage Of the
Widow Moran. True. he had moments
he heard the shouts of the boys in the
street aud their feet hurrying l~ on
the sidewalk The stcadfast and cou-
rageous Mr.. BloggS had said ~ guess
we have just as much fun M they do,
after all Look NJ them roses"
One evening. Ms his mother sat
reading an old love tale to the boy, he
stopped her.
mother" he said, ~ love Pauline.
DO you think II would be all right for
mo to tell herr"
"Neyer u word" said the good
woman. "le see It's this way, my lit
tie son, yers like priest an It's not
the right thing for priest"
81 don't want to be n priest" said
he impatiently
"Tut, tut, my laddIe boy, It's for
God 10 say an for US to obey" she
answered
When the widow had gone 10 her
room for the night and Bob was think
ing II over. Mr.. Bloggs remarked that
in his opinion they should keep up
their courage, for II was a very grand
thing 10 be n priest after all
Winters he spent deep in books out
Of Judge Crooker's library and tending
his potted plants and painting them
and the thick blanket of snow I'm the
garden. Among the happiest moments
NJ his life were those that followed his
mothers return from the postofiice
with the Bingvlle Sentinel Then. as
the widow was wont to say. he was
like dog with bone. To him, Bling
Vile was like Rome in the ancient
world or London i'm the British en-
pire. All roads led to Bingville The
Sentinel was I'm the nature of habit.
one issue was like unto another-as
like as "two chaws Off the same plug
of tOhaccer," a citizen had once said.
Anything Important I'm the Sentinel
would have been as misplaced as
cannon In meeting house. Every week
II caught the toy balloons of gossip
the thstledown events which were
floating in the still air Of Blngville.
The Sentinel was dissipation Ms en-
Ioyable and as inexpllcable as tea.
To the little Shepherd. Blngville
was the capital of the world and Mr.
J. Patterson Bing, the first citizen OF
Bingvile, who employed eleven hun
dred men and had four automobiles.
was a gigantic figure whose shadow
stretched across the earth. There were
two people much in his thoughts and
dreams and conversation - Pauline
Baker and J. Patterson Bing Often
there were articles In the Sentinel re-
garding the great enterprises Of Mr..
Bing and the social successes Of the
Ring family in the metropolis These
he read with hungry interest. His
favorite heroes were George Wash
ington. st. Francis and J. Patterson
Bing As between the three he would
secretly. have voted for Mr.. Bing. In
deed. he and his friends and intimates
Mr.. Blogcs and the rubber tree and
the little pine bureau and the round
nickel clock-had all voted for Mr..
Bling But he had never seen the great
man.
Mr.. Bling sent Mrs Moran a check
every Christmas and now and then.
some little gift to Bob, but his char
tiles were strictly impersonal He
used to say that while he was glad to
help the poor and the sick, he hadn't
time 10 call on them. Once Mrs. Bing
promised the widow that she and her
husband would 20 TO see Bob on
Christmas day The little Shepherd
asked his mother to hang his best
pictures on the walls and to decorate
them with sprigs of cedar. He put on
his starched shirt and collar and silk
tie and new black coat which his
mother had given him. The Christmas
bells never rang so merrily.
The great white bird In the Con-
gregational church tower-that being
Bob's thought of it-flew out across
the valley with its tidings Of good
will
To the little Shepherd II seemed to
say: -Bing-Bing-Bin
Coming. Coming Coming :"