The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1921-04-14

for them. "Yes, it is so,' he said.
"Perhaps you could get her to come
here some evening! Do you think you
could?'
Daddy wouldn't let her," was the
| reply, and she lifted unfathomable
saddened gray eyes to his. ''You see
when q man owns woman, and she
don't do the things he tells her to, he
beats her, huh?'
There was mute pleading in her ex-
preston as she drew back on the
bench a little farther away from him.
All! BE might have known that she
had been swept along by the relent-
less tide Of brutality. He sighed a
little. He had seen enough Of ignorant
men with their supreme egotism, to
know she told the truth.
sYour father is-is-cruel to your
mother, then?" he faltered.
She remained in deep though. 49,
the space of a few seconds.
"A swat or two, mebbe more, amt
a KILN thing to women folks" was
the response she made confusedly at
length.
So unusual had been her answer
that Philip MacCauley gazed at her in
amazement.
"Have you ever heard of-of GodT'
| he asked finally, his own confusion ap-
parent in the stumble Of his tongue.
Tonnibel laughed.
'I-hear God d-n more'n hundred
times a day." she replied. us that
what you mean?,,
".Not quite" answered Philip, star
tied. "No! Not that
'sThen what?' demanded Tony.
'sWhat kind of God do you mean?''
Zone that is good" explained Phil
ip. 'There isn't any God but the one
who helps"
"My mummyw breathed the girl,
misty tears shadowing her eyes.
"Yes."
"Where is be, then?" The words
shot forth with such insistence that
something within Philip MacCauley
rose to it's demand.
"Some ones got to be good to my
mother" the girl ran on before he
could speak. "She's sick-and lonely.
Oh, I've got to do something for her.
Where's your helpin' God, mister"
Fright here in this place." said
Philip, a strange emotion sweeping
over him. "In. fact there isn't any
place where God is not"
'He wouldn't come in a dirty canal
boat, would He9"" demanded Tony,
breathlessly.
Astonished at such crudeness, Cap
tain MacCauley shifted himself about
so he faced her squarely. Was it pre-
tended ignorance Or innocence in the
searching gray eyes? Then he decided
that. truth was stamped on every line
Of the upturned face.
"Of course, everywhere" he ex-
claimed brokenly. "Why, dear child"
Tony Devon interrupted him swift
ly. "Tell me how to manage it," she
pleaded. How can I wheedle your
God to the Dirty Mary?"
ITO the what?' was the question
the boy asked in shocked swiftness.
1.-The Dirty Mary" repeated Tony.
MY mummy and me live on canal
boat. Once she were just called
Mary But she's so ID nasty, EIDE
calls her the Dirty Mary. She's
nice boat just the same as long as my
mummy's there. But can't see how
clean God could come on 'er. =. l
guess you're foolin' me, mister"
Philip swallowed hard. Then slowly
and gently he talked to her, trying to
make her understand as best he could
what he meant by God, Spirit.
And you can help your mother, lit
tle-what's your name?'
"Tony, just Tonnibel," she mumbled.
Then her voice rose and she uttered
sharply, "Now tell me how to help my
mother"
Philip went to the altar and sorted
out a small card.
''This," he said, coming back to her,
has happy, loving thoughts written on
it. If you think these things all the
time-oh, how they will help both you
and your mother"
WondeTingly she took it In her
fingers The first thing that met her
eyes was a beautiful uplifted face Of
man and in his arms was little lamb.
Underneath the picture was printed,
Feed my Sheep" and directly under
that were the words, "Stand still and
see the salvation, of the Lord" Once
more her eyes sought the face above,
a face wherein lay all the pity snd
love in the world.
Tohs,.Ih1von caught a glimpse Of the
lp>ScH:. ia was trying to teach. and
"h"H-SEe went out OF the Salvation
.,r:.:y h%ll she held within the depths
IT ::.r i wonderfully new and utterly
.H'"l,"H emotion.
>n. "aS pHntinc for breath when