The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1921-05-20

clanatIon OF delight, until then he had
never seen beautiful young maiden.
HomeIy. Ill-clad daughters OF the |
working folk had come to his room
with field flowers now and then, but |
no one like Pauline. He felt her hair
and looked wistfully into her face and
said that she was like pink and white
and yellow roses. She was a dlscov-
ery--a new kind Of human being
Often he thought of her as he sat
looking out of the window and often
he dreamed OF her at night
The little Shepherd Of the Birds
was not quite boy, He was a spirit
untouched by any evil thought, I'm
broken 10 lures and thorny ways. He
was like the flowers and birds of the
garden, strangely fair and winsome,
with silken, dark hair curling about
his brows He had large, clear, brown
eyes, a mouth delicate as a girls and
teeth very white and shapely. The
Bakers had lifted the boundaries OF
his life and extended his vision. He
found 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
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-
rageous Mr.. Bloggs had said: Il 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, Il love Pauline.
Do You think 1t would be all right for
me to tell herr"
Never word" said the good
woman. "Ye see it's this way, my lit
tie son, we're like priest an it's not
the right thing for priest"
II don't want to be a priest" said
he inlpatiently.
"Tut, tut, my Iaddle boy It's for
God to say an for us to obey" she
answered.
When the widow had gone to 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 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
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 dog with a bone. To him, Bling
Vile was like Rome In the ancient
pire. All roads led to Bingville. The
Sentinel was in the nature of a habit
One issue was like unto another--as
like MS two chaws off the same yiut
of tohaccer," citizen had once said
Anything important in the Sentlne
would have been as misplaced as |
cannon In d Westinghouse. Every weel
IT caught the toy balloons of gossip
the thistledown events which wer
floating In the still air of Bingville
TIE Sentinel was a dissipation as en-
joyahle and as tnexplicable as tea.
TO the little Shepherd, Blngvill
was the capital of the world and MI
]. Patterson Bling, the first citizen o
Bingville, who employed eleven hur
bred men and had four AUTOMOBILES
J, was a gigantic figure whose shado'
stretched across the earth, There wer
[ two people much IN his thoughts an
4 dreams and conversation - paalin
e Baker and ]. Patterson Bing. Ofte
y there were articles In the Sentinel r
4 garding the great enterprises of NJ
i Rlng and the social successes Of Il
: Bing family In the metropolis. The'
& he read with hungry interest. ii
j favorite heroes were George Was
IS mgton, ST. Francis and I. PattersC
|. bling. AS between the three he woul
y secretly, have voted for Mr.. Bing.
Is deed. he and his friends and mtlmat
MT. BioSSs anu tue Nuopei dSe q
a the little pine bureau and the roul
n nickel clock had all voted for \
Il Bling, But he had never seen the gre
IS man.
Il Mr. Bling sent Mrs. Moran a che
4. every Christmas and, now and th'
N some little gift to Bob, but his chi
tiles were strictly impersonaL
10 used 10 say that while he was glad
Is help the poor and the sick, he had
ar time TO eau on them Once Mrs, 81
"a promised the widow that she and
81 husband would = 30 see Bob
H. Christmas day. The little Sheph'
IN. asked his mother 20 hang his b
ee pictures on the walls and to decor
he Them with sprigs of cedar. He put
ng his starched shirt and collar and |