Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-04-08
CHAPTER THREE-continued.

stood on his little shelf looking out
of the window, who first reminded
Bob Of the loneliness and discomfort
of the coin. AS a rule whenever the
conscience of the boy was touched
Mr.. Bloggs had something to. say.
1t was late in. February and every
one was complaining of the cold Even
could not recall so severe winter.
Many families were short of fuel. The
homes of the working folk were IN.
sufficiently heated. Money in the bank
had given them sense of security.
They could not believe that its magic
power would fail TO bring them what
they needed. SO they had been care
less of their allowance of wood and
coal. There were days when they
had none and could get none at the
yard. Some men with hundreds of
dollars I'm the bank went out into the
country at night and stole rails off
the farmers fences. The homes of
these unfortunate people were raw
aged by Influenza and many died.
Prices at the stores mounted higher.
Most of the gardens had been lying
Idle. The farmers had found 1t hard
to get help. Some of the latter, in
deed, had decided that they could
make more by teamlng at NIillerton
than by toillng In the fields, and with
less effort. They left the boys and
the women TO do what they could with
the crops. Naturally the latter were
small. So the local sources of supply
had little to offer and the demand up
on the stores steadily Increased. Ger
tain of the merchants had been, In n
way, spoiled by prosperity. They were
rather Indifferent TO complaints and
demands. Many of the storekeepers.
irritated doubtless, by overwerk. had
lost their former polteness. There
were days when supplies failed to ar
rive. The railroad service had been
bad enough in times of peace. Now,
It was worse than ever
Those who had plenty of money
found II difficult 10 get sufficient
quantity of good food Bingville be-
ing rather cut off from other centers
Of life by distance and poor railroad.
Some drove sixty miles TO HaZelmead
TO do marketing for themselves and
their nelghborS.
Mr.. and Mrs. J. Patterson Blng.
however I'm their luxurious apartment
at the Waldorf-Astoria hotel In New
York, knew little Of these conditions
until Mr. Bing came up late I'm March
for a talk with the mill Superlntend-
ent. Many Of the sick and poor suf-
fered extreme privatiOn. Father O'Nell
and the Reverend Otis Singleton of
the Congregational church went
among the people, mlnistering to the
sick, of whom there were many, and
giving counsel to men ana women
who were unaccustOmed TO prosperity
and Unqualified wisely to enjoy It.
One day, Father O'Neil saw the Wild
Ow Moran coming into town with a
great bundle OF fagots on her back.
This looks a little like the old coun-
try" he remarked.
She stopped and swung her fagots
to the ground and announced: 1T do
that an may God help us It's hard
times Father. In spite o. all the mon
ey, it's hard times. II looks like there
wasn't enough to go 'round-the ships
be takin' so many things to the old
country"
How is my beloved ShepherdY the
good Father asked.
Mother o. God The house is that
cold he's been layin' abed for n week
an Judge Croker has been away or
the circuit"
TOO badw said the priest. 1--WE
been so busy with the sick and the
dying and the dead have hardly had
time to think of you"
Against her protest he picked up
the fagots and carried them on his
own back TO her kitchen.
He found the Shepherd In a sweater
sitting up in bed and knitting socks.
"How is my dear boy?' the good Fa-
ther, asked.