The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1926-08-19

Doc Bloom. pious old negro preacher, had just left
a prominent church in Macon. Ga where he had heard
= famous English divine deliver sermon Of such force
That had inspired him greater zeal in the Masters
work As Doc abed along the dark street leading into
"Darktowne he kept repeating phrases uttered by the
famous preacher.
| "on eve'y hand dere is work fer de reapersl" he
said remembering the statement that could not
walk block public street without eneounterng an
opportunity to help a needy fellow man.
just then an intoxicated darky lurched from dark
hallway and eoded with Doc. As he staggeringly tried
to regain his balance, Doc caught him by the arm and
helped him along. The thought struck him that here
was a chance do good needy brother. Does 20
want ter go home?" he inquired of the drunk
"Ah sho does" thckly muttered the intoxicated
darby. But All CANT fin de place."
'Whar does yo' live?" Doc inquired
After repeated mutterings he finally decided the
negro lived at No. "a the street The number
wasn't far away, and it proved to be dlapdated three
story tenement "Ah lives de secun' flo mumbled
the drunk, and Doc laborousIy helped him upstairs
But when the second floor was reached Doc
unable to get the to tell him which door was his,
for he had sunk into stupor and had to be dragged
along.
Finally Doc decided to try the doors until he found
one unlocked and then put the inert figure inside.
This he did, and returned down the stairs with glcw
about his heart the satisfaction of having rendered
service to fellow creature.
But when he reached the street he bumped into
another drunken darby His clothing torn and he
looked like he had been walowing in the gutter. Hav
ing started to do good, Doc concluded to this
man home also
"Whar does yo' live?" he asked.
The drunk staggered weakly to the wall of the
building and leaned up against it as if he were on his
last legs. "Numbah tweny-fo'" he muttered thcky.
That was easy so Doc took his charge in hand and
again aboriousy mounted the stairs, dragging his
drunken friend with much difficulty. And before he
could elicit any information from the man as to
which door led to his abode SO he decided before
and opened the door into which he had placed the
other and finally pushed his charge into The dark
ness beyond.
| But the feeling of satisfaction at having done a
good deed faded away when he emerged the sidewalk
find another drunken darby sprawled grotesquey
the pavement. HUH" he snorted. Dis mus be a
hotel fer drunks!"
"Does yo' live at numbah twenty -fo" he inquired,
bending the prone form, "Cause effen yo' does,
Ahll take yo' right up"
The PROSTATE form stirred and painfully to
sitting position. When he got good look at Doc he
let out a squawk and staggered to his feet attempting
to away Doc tried to catch him, fearing he might
fall and break his head. But the "pifflicated darby
thoroly scared; he started staggering shambe
toward the street yelling at every step. Enc
followed but just he reached him policeman dashed
around the corner. The drunk threw himself his
knees the officers feet, and caspng his around
the legs of the guardian of the peace he yelled in en
zied tones:
! "Oh, Lawdy Mister Policeman, me frum dat
niger! f. done throwed down de elevator shaft
! two times an 'e's trying ter do hit ergin"