Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-02-25

;To5Hs dni the;i small cottage Of dthe
widow MORAN. True, he had moments
of longing for his lost freedom when
he heard the shouts Of the boys In the
street and their feet hurrying by on
the sidewalk. The steadfast and cou-
ragcous Mr.. Bloggs had said: II guess
we have just as much fun as they do,
after all. Look at them roses"
One evening, as his mother sat
reading an old love tale to the boy he,
stopped her.
Mother" he said, II love Pauline.
Do you think it would be all right for
me to tell herr"
"Never a word" said the good
woman. 'Ye see it's this way, my lit
tie son, ye're like q priest an It's not
the right thing for priest"
II don't want to be priest" said
he impatlently. 49,, .,.
"Tut, tut, my laddie boy! It's for
God to say an for US to obey" she:
answered. 1, !
When the widow had gone to her
room for the night and Bob was think
ing it over, Mr.. Bloggs remarked that
in his opinion they should keep up
their courage, for 1t was a 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 q dog with bone. To him, Bing-
Vile was like Rome In the ancient
world or London IL the British en-
plre. 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 III q Westinghouse. Every week
it caught the toy balloons Of gossip,
the thlstledown events which were
floating in the still air Of Bingville.
The Sentinel was dissipation as en-
joyable and as inexpllcable rs tea.."
To the little Shepherd. Blngville
was the capital Of the world and Mr..
J. Patterson Bling, the first citizen Of
BingvlIle, who employed eleven hun
dred men and had four automobiles,
was a gigantic figure whose shadow
stretched across the earth. There we're
two people much in his thoughts and
dreams and conversation - Pauline
Baker and j.. Patterson Bing. Often
there were articles In the Sentinel re-
gar1ing the great enterprises Of Mr..
Bing 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 J. Patterson
Bing. AS between the three he would,
secretly, have voted for Mr.. Blng. 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.. Blng sent Mrs. Moran 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 s.ad to
help the poor and the sick, he hadn't
time to call on them. Once Mrs. Bing
promised the widow that she and her
husband would 60 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. BE put on
his starched shirt md collar and silk
tie and new black coat which his
mother had given him. The Christmas
bells never rang so merrlly.>
The great white bird in the Con-
crcgational church tower-that being
Bob's thought Of it-flew out across
the valley with its tldlngs Of good
will.
To the little Shepherd it seemed to
say: "Bing-Blng-Bln Blng-Blng-Bing!
Coming, Coming, Coming !"
Many of the friends Of his mother
mostly poor folk Of the parish who
worked in the mill-came with simple
gifts and happy greetings. There were
those among them who thought 1t a
blessing to look upon the sweet face
ot Bob and to hear his merry laughter
over some playful bit Of gossip and
Judge Crooker said that they were
cutie right about it. Mr.. and Mrs. J.
Patterson Bing were never to feel this
blessing. The Shepherd Of the Birds
waited In vain for them that Christ
mas day Mrs. Bing sent letter Of
kindly greeting and a twenty-dollar
gold piece and explained that her hus-