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THE MILLEDGEVILLE NEWS
MILLEDGEVILLE, UA
The
prodigal
Village
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Ev Irving Bach eller
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f Lt. i.cu, Irving Bacnoller
FROM 1 ^iVti'r WEEK)
Mr. and
towe'ir. in
at tlie " mI
York, bn'
Mr*. .1. Patterson Bing,
il.cir luxurious apartment
rf-Astorin hotel In New
liule of these conditions
,11 Mr r.in'.: came up late In March
. r 1 n :u With the mill superintend-
" it ' Many of the sick nnd poor suf-
!.'" rei] i. privation. Father O'Neil
and tl"' 1 iovoreii'l Otis Singleton of
1. Congregational church went
•uiieng tie' people, ministering to the
si,* of wlmin there were many, nnd
•iving founscl to men and women
; h0 were unaccustomed to prosperity
an ,l ni-quallfled wisely to enjoy It.
0, 0 day, Father O'Neil saw the Wid
ow M ran coming into town with a
„roa"t htimlle of fagots on her back.
r "This looks a little like the old coun
try." be remarked.
She stopped nnd swung her fagots
to the ground and announced: "It do
that an’ may God help us! It’s hard
times, Father. In spite o’ all the mon
ey, it's hard times. It looks like there
wasn't enough to go 'round—the ships
he takln' so'many things to the old
country.”
•How is my beloved Shepherd?” the
pood Father asked.
"Mother o' God! The house Is that
cold, he's been lavin' abed for a week
an' Judge Crooker has been away on
the circuit.”
“Too hml!” said the priest. ‘Tv©
been so busy with the sick and the
of trouble thnt may come to us, but
I can’t. It mnkes me unhappy. I’lease
take It away nnd let it do what It can
to keep the poor people warm.”
“Well done, boys!” Mr. Bloggs
seemed to say with a look of Joy as If
he now perceived thnt the enemy was
In full retreat,
“There's no worse company, these
days, thnn a hoarded coin,” said the
priest. “I won’t let It plague you any
more,”
Father O'Nell took the coin from
the drawer. It fell from his fingers
with n merry laugh ns It hounded on
the floor and whirled towavd the door
way like one overjoyed nnd eager to
he ofT.
“God bless you, my hoy! May It
buy for you Ibe dearest wish of your
heart.”
“Ha! ha!” laughed the little tin
soldier, for tie knew tlm dearest wish
of the hoy far better than the priest
knew It.
Mr. Singleton called soon after Fa
ther O'Neil had gone away.
“The top of the morning to you!”
he shouted, ns ho came into Bob’s
room.
“It's at! right top and bottom,” Boh
answered cheerfully.
“Is there anything I enti do for you?”
the minister went on. “I’m n regular
Snntn Claus tills morning. I've got a
thousand dollars that Mr. Bing sent
mo. It’s for any one that needs help.”
“We'll he nil right ns soon ns onr
load of wood comes. It will he here
tomorrow morning,” said the Shep
herd.
“I’ll come and cut nnd split it with
you,” the minister proposed. “The
eloquence of the ax Is better than
that of the tongue these days. Mean
while I’m going to bring you a little
Jag in my wheelbarrow. How about
beefsteak and -bacon and eggs and
all that?”
“I guess we’ve got enough to eat.
1 I have hardly had
he picked Ui
■d them on hi
ephorrt. “I
L’lp and my
seemed to
!ie window-
tied u most
: out to
and I'll
load of
work to-
lmek In
will h
ill he
to bring/ a smile to
tie Shepherd those
of his friends had
i e sick and lie was
'. his mother had
appearance of Pau-
paronts feared she
he. Tills lmd war-
1 more because his
■ I that the girl was
an dead. Me could
ml it nnd’hts happy
The good Father
merry jests. Near
talk the hoy said:
in Gils room thnt
i'.v. It's that gold
It does nothing
shiver nnd' talk to
it eomplnined of the
t it wants to move
"'arm. Every time
' person that needs
lli out to mo there
r and says, 'How
II am!’ My ninth-
I> .It for s.otne time
thank you.” This was not quite true,
for Bob, thinking of the sick, whose
people could not go to market, was
inclined to hide his own hunger.
“IIo, ho!” exclaimed Mr. Bloggs, for
he knew very wed that the hoy was
hiding his hunger,
“Do you call that a lie?” the Shep
herd asked us soon ns the minister
had gone.
“A little one! But In m.v opinion It
don’t count,” snhl Mr. Bloggs. “You
were thinking of those who need food
more than you nnd that turns it square
around. I cull it a golden lie—I do.”
The minister had scarcely turned
the corner of the street, when he met
Hiram Bienklnsop, who was shivering
along without an overcoat, the dog
Christmas at his heels.
Mr. Singleton stopped him.
“Why, man! Haven't you an over-
cont?” he asked.
“No, sir! It's hnngln’ on a peg In a
pawnshop over In Ilnzelmend. It ain’t
doin’ the peg any good nor me
ueither!”
“Well, sir, you come with me,” said
the minister. “It's about dinner time,
anyway, and I guess you need lining
as well as covering."
The drunkard looked into the face
of the minister.
"Say it ag’ln," he muttered.
"I wouldn't wonder if a little food
would make you feel better,” Mr. Sin
gleton added.
"A little, did you say?” Bienklnsop
asked.
"Make It a lot—as much ns you
can accommodate.''
"And do you mean that ye want me
to go an’ eat in yer house?"
"Yes, at my table—why not?”
“It wouldn’t be respectable. I don't
want to he too particular, but a tramp
must draw the line somewhere."
“I’ll lie on my best behavior. Colne
on," said the minister.
The two men hastened up the street
followed by the dejected little yellow
dog, Christmas.
Mrs. Sirtgleton f-nd her daughter
were out with a committee of tlm
children’s helpers and the minister
was dining alone that day nnd, ns
usual, at one o’clock, that being the
hour for dinner In the village of Bing-
vllle.
"Toll me about yours if," said tiro
minister as they sat down at the ta
ble.
“Myself—did you sav?” Hiram Blon-
klnsop asked ns. one of Ids feet crept
under his chair to conceal its disrepu
table appearance, while his dog lmd
partly hidden himself under n serving
table where lie seemed to he shivering
with apprehension ns he peered out,
with raised hackles, at the stag's head
over the mantel.
“I ain’t got any Self, sir; It’s all
gone,” said Bienklnsop, as he took a
swnllow of water.
“A man without any Self Is a curi
ous creature,” the minister remarked.
••I’m as empty ns a woodpecker's
hole in the winter time. The bird has
flown. I belong to this 'ere dog. He’s
a poor dog. I'm all lie’s got. If he
had to pay a license on me I'd have
to he killed. He's kind to me. lie’s
the only friend I’ve got.”
Hiram Bienklnsop riveted Ids atten
tion upon an old warming-pan that
hung by the fireplace. He hardly looked
at the face of the minister.
"How did you come to lose your
Keif?" the lnttnr asked.
“Married a had woman nnd took 1o
drink. A man's Self car. stand cold
an’ hunger nn’, shipwreck an’ loss o’
friends an* money an’ any quantity
(V had luck, take It ns it comes, hut n
In, an’ the jdnee is dark an' smells f
o' coni gas an’ horses’ feet, but Christ- j
mas an’ I snug up together an’ manage | *
to live through the winter. In hot j '«
weather we sleep under a tree In the
ol’ graveyard an’ study astronomy.
Sometimes I wish I wns there for
good."
“Wouldn't you like n bed In a com
fortable house?”
"No. I couldn't take the dog there
an' I’d have to git up like other folks.”
"Would you think that a hardship?"
“Well, ye see, sir, if ye're layin’
down ye ain’t hungry. Then, too, I
likes to dilly-dally In bed.”
"What may that mean?” the min
ister asked.
"I likes to lay an’ think an’ build
air castles.”
“What kind of castles?”
“Well, sir. I'm thlnkin’ often o’ a
time when I’ll have a grand suit o’
clothes, and a shiny silk tile on my
head, an’ a roll o’ hills in my pocket,
j big enough to choke a dog, an’ I'll he
goln’ hack to the town where I wns
brought up an' I'll hire n team an’
take my ol’ mother out for a ride.
An' when we pass by, people will be
snyln’: ‘Thnt's Hiram Bienklnsop!
Don't you remember him? Born on
the top floor o' the ol’ sash mill on
the Island. lie’s a multi-millionaire
an’ n great man. He gives a thousand
to the poor every day. Sure, he
does!’ ” .
“Bienklnsop, I'd like to help you
to recover your lost Self nnd be a use
ful, respected citizen of this town,”
said Mr. Singleton. “Y’ou can do it if
you will and I can tell you how."
Tears began to strentn down the
cheeks of the unfortunate mnn, who
now covered ills eyes with a big, rough
hand.
"If you will make nn honest effort,
I’ll stand by you. I'll he your friend
through thick and thin," the minister
added. "There's something good In
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you or you wouldn't be having a dream
like that.”
"Nobody has ever talked to me this
way,” poor Bienklnsop sobbed. "No
body hut you has ever treated me as
If I wns human.”
“I know—I know. It’s a hard old
world, but at last you’ve found a man
who Is willing to he a brother to you
if you really want one.”
The poor man rose from the table and
went to the minister's side and held
out his hnnd.
"I do want a brother, sir, an’ I'll do
anything at all," he said in a broken
voice.
“Then come with me,” the minister
commanded. "First, I’m going to Im
prove the outside of you.”
When they were ready to leave the
house, Bienklnsop and his dog had a
bath and the former wns shaved and
in clean nnd respectuble garments
from top to toe.
"You look like a new mnn,” said
Mr. Singleton.
“Seems like, I felt more like a
proper human bein’,” Bienklnsop an
swered.
Christinas wns scampering up nnd
down the hall as If he felt like a new
dog. Suddenly ho discovered the
stag’s head again nnd slunk Into a
dark corner growling.
"A hath Is a good sort of baptism,"
the minister remarked. "Here's an
overcoat that I haven’t worn for a
year. It's fairly warm, too. Now If
your Old Self should happen to come
in sight of you, maybe he'd move hack
into his home. I remember once that
we had a canary bird that got away.
We hung his cage in one or the trees
out In the yard with some food in it.
By and by, we found him singing on
the perch in Ills little home. Now. if
we put some good food in the cage,
maybe your bird will come hack. Our
work lias only Just begun.”
They went out of the door and
crossed the street nnd entered the big
none Congregational church mid sat
down together In a pew. A soft light
came through the great Jeweled win-
lows above the altar, and In the clear
story, and over the organ loft. They
were the gift of Mr. Bing. It was a
quiet, restful, beautiful place.
"I used to stand In the pulpit there
in 1 look down upon a crowd of liuml-
Bomely dressed people," said Mr.
Singleton In a low voice. “There Is
something wrong about this,’ I thought.
Tlu re’s too much respectability lit re.
There are no flannel shlrls and gii.ig-
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