News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1921-04-06

| me TO tell her?'
"Never word" said the good
woman aye see it's this way, my lit
tie SON. we're like a priest an it's not
the right thing for priest go
IL don't want to be a priest" said
he impatiently.
"Tut, tut, my IadGle boy It's for
God to say an for us TO obeyE she
answered
When the widow had gone to her
room for the night and Bob was thing,
ing it over, Mr.. Bloggs remarked that
in his opinion they should keep up
their courage, for it was very grand
thing to.be 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 in the
garden. Among the happiest moments
of his life were those that followed his
mothers return from the postoffice
with the Bingville Sentinel Then, as
the widow was wont to say, he was
like a dog with bone. To him, Bing-
vile was like Rome in the ancient
world or London in the British en-
pire. All roads led to Bingville. The
Sentinel was in the nature of habit
One issue was like unto another-as
like as 'two chaws off the same plug
of tobaccer," citizen had once said.
Anything important in the Sentinel
would have been as misplaced as a
cannon in meeting house Every week
1t caught the toy balloons of gossip
the thistledown events which were
floating in the still air of Bingville.
The Sentinel was a dissipation as en-
joyable and as ineXplicable as tea.
To the little Shepherd, Bingville
was the capital of the world and Mr..
J. Patterson Bing, the first citizen of
Bingville, who employed eleven hun
dred men and had four automobiles,
was a gigantic figure whose shadow
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.. |
Bling and the social successes of the !
Bing family in the metropolis. These /
he read with hungry, interest His |
favOrite heroes were George Wash |
ingtOn, ST. Francis and ]. Patterson |
Bing. AS between the three he would, !
secretly, have voted for Mr. Bing. In |
deed, he and his friends and intimates |
Mr.. BlOggs and the rubber tree and
the little pine bureau and the round |
nickel clock-had all voted for Mr..
Bing. But he had never seen the great
man.
Mr. Bing 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 to call on them. Once Mrs. Bling
promised the widow that she and her
husband would go to see Bob on
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 a new black coat which his
mother had given him. The Christmas
BELLS never rang so merrily.
The great white bird in the Con-
church toWer=that.- being
BObs thought of it-few out across
he. yaiiey tidings of good
will .zs.e1 .s ~ 8 3 y - Z. - 80. -~5~r
To the little Shepherd 1T seemed to
ay "Bing--B lng- Bing-Bing BiIlg-.'
com-ing, Coming. Cem-ing !!'ss s
Many Of the friends Of his mother
mostly poor folk of the parish who |
worked ia the mill-eame with simple
lifts and happy greetings. There were
hose among them who thought it "a
blessing to~loek upon the sweet face
If Bob and 60 hear his merry laughter
,yer some piayfnIAbtt uf-gossip and
nudge Groel,ef said that they were
ltite right about il. Mr.. aud Mrs. J.
Bing were never. to feel this
lessing The Shepherd of, the Birds
raitei insyain for them that Christ
nas day. Mrs Bing sent a letter Of
indy greftings and a twenty-don#
old piece and explained chat her hus s.
and wassfot feeling quite up to tie
mark" which was true. Ia
TIN mot. going he aidTdheisivele |
when Mrs.-1AiiE breugltA the matter lAs
IS he was smoking in the library ;m
Jour or So affeDdinheE etNo cripples
md misery in mine at present, thahS
-ou I wouldn't get over it for a
week. Just send them our best wishes
md a twenty-dollar gold piece"
There were tears in the ShepherdIs
yes when his mother helped him INFO
is night clothes that evening.
81 hate that twenty-dOllar gold
,ieceP, he exclaimed 80
'Laddie boyl Why should We be
ayin' thatF' Z lIl.t 81
The shiny piece of metal was lying
N the window sill. She. took d in htr
land. -
IT'S as cold as snow-ban, = she
eENNk
@Ialon't want 20 touch II I'm shiv-
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