Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1921-06-10

tGlAu6I BOlG III HIS WIFE,
Almost twenty years she had been
lying In The old graveyard near the
ash tree. Since then the voice of
child crying always halted his Steps.
1t Is probable that, in her short life,
the neglected, pathetic child Pearl-
that having been her name-had pro-
tested much against plentiful lack
Of comfort and sympathy.
So Mr.. Blenkinsop's agitation at |
the sound of a baby crying some
where near him, in the darkness of
the old graveyard, was quite natural
and will be readily understood. He
rose on his elbow and listened. Again
he heard the, small, appealing voice.
by thunderl Christmas" he whis-
pered IF that amt like Pearl when
she was a little, teeny, weeny thing
no bigger'n pint O. beer! Say, II
is, sir, sure as sin II
He scrambled to his feet, suddenly,
for now, also, he could hear the
voice of woman crying. He CROPPED
his way in the direction from which
the sound came and soon discovered
the woman. She was kneeling on
grave with a child in her arms. Her
grief touched the henrt of the man.
"Who be your he asked,
"I'm cold, and my baby is sick,
and l have no friends she sObbed.
eyes, We havei" said Hiram Bien-
kinsop. 81 don't care who ye be-
I'm yer friend and don't We forgit It,"
r1tsfvt In
voice of Hiram Blenkinsop. Its gentle
ness Ind IN iten culver of sympathy.
She felt II and gave to him-an I'M
known, invisible man, with just q
culver Of sympathy in his voice
her confidence.
If ever one was in need of sympa-
thy, she was at that moment She
felt that she must speak out to some
one. SO keenly she felt the impulse
that she had been speaking to the
stars and the cold gravestones. Here
at last was human being with a
culver of sympathy in his voice.
81 thought / would come home,
but when | got here / was afraid"
the girl moaned. Il wish could die
| L.
Blenkinsop Sometimes, I've thought
that | hadn't no friends an wanted
to die, but / was Just foolin' my
self. To be sure, / amt had no baby
on my hands but I've had sOmethin'
Just as worrisome, guess. Folks like
you an me has got friends a-plenty
If we'll only give 'em a chance. I've
| Anh fnI ho
baby an come with me. know
where you'll git the glad hand. You
Just come right along with me-"
The understandable note of sincerity
was In the voice OF Hiram Blenkinsop
She gave the baby into his arms. He
held 1t to his breast moment, think.
ing of old times. Then he SWUNG
his arms like cradle saying:
"You stop your hollerin'-ye gol'
darn little skeezucksi It amt de
cent to go on that way in a graveyard
an We ought to know It. Be We tryin
to wake up the deadT
The baby grew quiet and finally
fell asleep.
"Come ON, now" said Hiram, witt
NuG DdDy lying uBdlHOL nAo DANuSA
you an me are goln' out O. the past
know little house that's next doc
to heaven. They say ye can SCI
heaven from its winders. It's wher
the good Shepherd lives. Christina
an ! know the place-don't we, o.
boy7 Come right along. There ain
no kind o. doubt O. what they'll sa,
to u.s."
The young woman followed him on
of the old graveyard and through tn
dark, deserted streets until they cam
to the cottage of the Widow Moran
They passed through the gate int
Judge Crooker's garden. Under tn
l Shepherds window, Hiram BlenkiI
sop gave the baby to Its mother an
lswith his hands to his mouth Gale
Bob r. In loud whisper. Suddenl
robin sounded his alarm. Instant!
the Shepherds room was full OF ligh
a In moment, he was at the windo'
u sweeping the garden paths and tn
tree tops with his searchlight.
fell on the sorrowful figure of til
young mother with the child in he
dTInS anu stOppeu. sue SlOOu i0ohln
up at the window bathed In the foe
of light. 1t reminded the Shepher
Of that glow which the wise men ga
in the manager at Bethlehem.
@P9uline1 Bakerr he exclaime
Have you come back or am dream
ing2 It's you-thanks to the Blesse
virginI It's you'll Come around
!. the door. My mother will let yC
4 In
= 1t was a warm welcome that Il
girl received In the little home of Il
v Widow Moran. Many words OF cor
,e fort and good cheer we're spoken
4 the next hour or so. after which Il
at good woman made tea and toast al
10 broiled chop and served. them
" the Shepherds room.
a God love We, child So he was
is married man-bad cess to him a
"a the likes o. himF' she said as s
came in with the tray. "Mother