Throckmorton Herald (Throckmorton, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 34, Ed. 1 Friday, April 15, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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THE THROCKMORTON HERALD
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ILLUSTRATIONS BY IRWIN MYEIW.
DAZZLED OLD LONDON TOWN
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Mr. Blenkinsop sat with his head
upon his hand listening to the wind
that whistled mournfully in the chim-
Suddenly he shouted: “Come
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In Which Mr. Israel Sneed and Other
Working Men Receive a Lesson
In True Democracy.
Next morning, Mr. Blenkinsop went
to cut wood for the Widow Moran.
The goo< woman was amazed by his
highly respectable appearance.
Ye look like a law-
at them. The roofs began to leak and
our plumbing went wrong. People go-
ing to buy meat found the shops
closed. Roofs that might have been
saved by timely repairs will have to
De largely replaced. Plumbing sys-
tems have been ruined by neglect
With all its money, the town was
never so wretched.”
Mr. Sneed, who was a member of the
committee, slyly turned the ring on his
finger so that the diamond was con-
cealed. He cleared his throat and re-
marked, “We mechanics had more
than we could do on work already
contracted.”
“Yes. you worked eight hours a day
and refused to work any longer. You
were legally within your rights, but
your position was ungrateful and even
heartless and imtaoral. Suppose there
was a baby coming to your house and
you should call for the doctor and
he should say, ‘I’m sorrj, but I have
done my eight hours’ work t>vday and
I can’t help you.’ Then suppose you
should offer him double fee and he
should say, ‘No, thanks, I’m tired. I’ve
got forty thousand dollars in the bank
and I don’t have to work when I don’t
want to.’
“Or suppose I were trying a case for
you and, when my eight hours’ work
had expired, I should want to walk
out of the court and leave your case
to take care of itself. What do you
suppose would become of It? Yet that
is exactly what you did to my pipes.
You left them to take care of them-
selves. You men, who use your hands,
make a great mistake in thinking that
you are the workers of the country
and that the rest of us are your natu-
ral enemies. In America, we are all
workers! The idle man is a mere par-
asite and not at heart an American.
Generally, I work fifteen hours a day.
“This little lad has been knitting
night and day for the soldiers without
hope of reward and has spent his
ings for yarn.
Bingville who isn’t working eighteen
hours a day.
ney.
in!”
The door opened and there on the
threshold siood his Old Self.
It was not at all the kind of a Self
one would have expected to see. It
was, indeed, a very youthful and hand-
some Self—the figure of a clear-eyed,
gentle-faced boy of about sixteen with
curly, dark hair above his brows.
Mr. Blenkinsop covered his face and
groaned. Then he held out his hands
with an imploring gesture.
“I know you,” he whispered.
“Please come in.”
“Not yet,” the young man answered,
and his voice was like the wind in the
chimney. “But I have come to tell you
that I, too, am glad.”
Then he vanished.
Mr. Blenkinsop arose from his chair
and rubbed his eyes.
“Christmas, ol’ boy,
asleep,” he muttered,
time we turned in !”
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Come In.”
Becky Wells, beautiful English act-
ress, journalist and author, was born
in 1759, married at eighteen, and a
few months later saw her husband de-
sert her for her bridesmaid. She
went to London and won success by
her beauty when she went on the
stage. She took up with Edward Top-
ham, an eccentric, and, they , estab-
lished a newspaper that thrived on
scandal.
Becky took to wearing furs in sum-
mer and muslins in winter, which per-
haps stamps her as a woman in ad-
vance of her age. She hired hackney
coaches to drive her to Oxford or
Cambridge for her health, and her
vagaries were the talk of the town!'
She imagined that she was irresisti-
ble and took it into her head to in-
fatuate George HI, the dull king
whose only redeeming virtue was his
apparent faithfulness to his wife. She
was thrown into jail by her creditors,
and there she infatuated a Moor, son
of the prime minister of Morocco, who
had been sent to prison for contempt
of court. They were wedded in jail
with festivities that, lasted a week and
which cost the bridegroom $2,500. Her
husband, Joseph Sumbel, then secured
his release by paying his brother $50,-
000 and he also paid Becky’s creditors
and took her with him.
Cruel.
“Did you hear that Miss Oldum was
knocked down at the antique sale?’
“No. By the auctioneer?”
make a very snug little home for you
and Christmas.”
That evening, as the dog and his
master were sitting comfortably by
the stove in their new home, there
came a rap at the door. In a moment,
Judge Crooker entered the room.
“Mr. Blenkinsop,” said the judge as
he held out his hand, “I have heard
of your new plans and I want you to
know that I am very glad. Every one
will be glad.”
When the judge had gone, Blenkin-
sop put his hand on the dog’s head
and asked with a little laugh: “Did
O Prodigal
ft VillagA
Irving Bachelle
COPYRIGHT 19 20 _____
IRVING BacHELLER
CHAPTER THREE—Continued.
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“Blenkinsop, I’d like to help you
to recover your lost Self and be a use-
ful, respected citizen of this town,”
said Mr. Singleton. “You can do it if
you will and I can tell you how.”
Tears began to stream down the
cheeks of the unfortunate man, who
now covered his eyes with a big, rough
hand.
“If you will make an honest effort,
I’ll stand by you. I’ll be your friend
through thick and thin,” the minister
added. “There’s something good in ___
You or you wouldn’t be having a dream ye hear what he said, Christmas? He
like that.”
“Nobody has ever talked to me this
way,” poor Blenkinsop sobbed. “No-
body but you has ever treated me as
If I was human.”
“I know—I know. It’s a hard old
world, but at last you’ve found a man
who is willing to be 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 hand.
“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, Blenkinsop and his dog had a
bath and the former was shaved and
tn clean and respectable garments
from top to toe.
“You look like
Mr. Singleton.
“Seems like, I felt more like a
proper human bein’,” Blenkinsop an-
swered.
Christmas was scampering up and
down the hall as if he felt like a new
dog. Suddenly he discovered
( stag’s head again and slunk into
dark corner growling.
“A bath is a good sort of baptism,”
the ministe-' remarked,
overcoat that I haven’t worn for
year. It’s fairly warm, too.
your Old Self should happen to come
in sight of you, maybe he’d move back
^nto his home. I remember once that
We had a canary bird that got away.
We hung his cage in one of the trees
out in the yard with some food in it.
By and by, we found him singing on
the perch in his little home. Now, if
we put some good food in the cage,
maybe your bird will come back.
work has only just begun.”
They went out of the door and
crossed the street and entered the big
stone Congregational church and sat
down together in a pew. A sjoft light
came through the great jeweled win-
dows 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.
“Fused to stand in the pulpit there
and look down upon a crowd of hand-
somely dressed people,” said Mr.
Singleton in a low voice. “ ‘There is
something wrong about this,’ I thought.
‘There’s too much respectability here.
There are no flannel shirts and ging-
ham dresses in the place. I can not
see half a dozen poor people. I wish
there was some ragged clothing down
there in the pews. There isn’t an out-
and-out sinner in the crowd. Have we
set up a little private god of our own
that cares only for the rich and re-
spectable? I asked myself. ‘This is the
place for Hiram Blenkinsop and old
Bill Lange and poor Lizzie Quesnelle,
ft they only knew it. Those are the
kind of people that Jesus cared most
about.’ They’re beginning to come to
us now and we are glad of it. I want
to see you here every Sunday after
this. I want you to think of this place
fits your home. If you really wish to
fee my brother, come with me.”
Blenkinsop trembled with strange
excitement as he went with Mr. Single-
ton down the broad aisle, the dog
Christmas following meekly. Man and
minister knelt before the altar. Christ-
inas sat down by his master’s side, in
o prayerful attitude, as if he, too, were
seeking help and forgiveness.
“I feel better inside and outside,”
said Blenkinsop as they were leaving
the church.
“When you are tempted, there are
tnree words which may be useful-to
you. They are these, ‘God help me,’ ”
the minister told him. “They are
quickly said and I have often found
them a source of strength in time of
trouble. I am going to find work for
you and there’s a room over my gar-
age with a stove in it which will
“God help us!
yer,” she said.
“I’m a new man! Cut out the black-
smith shop an’ the booze an’ the bum-
mers.”
“May the good God love an’ help ye!
heard about it.”
“Ye did?”
“Sure I did. It’s all over the town.
Good news has a lively foot, man. The
Shepherd clapped his hands when I
told him. Ye got to go straight, my
laddie buck. All eyes are on ye now.
Come up an’ see the boy. It’s his
birthday!”
Mr. Blenkinsop wgs deeply moved
by the greeting of the little Shepherd,
who kissed his cheek and said that
he had often prayed for him.
“If you ever get lonely, come and sit
with me and we’ll have a talk and a
game of dominoes,” said the boy.
Mr. Blenkinsop got strength out of
the wonderful spirit of Bob Moran and
as he swung his ax that day, he was
happier than he had been in many
years. Men and women who passed
in the street said, “How do you do, Mr.
Blenkinsop? I’m glad to see you.”
Even the dog Christmas watched his
master with a Iook of bride and ap-
proval. Now and then, he barked
gleefully and scampered up and down
the sidewalk.
The Shepherd was fourteen years
old. On his birthday, from morning
until night, people came to his room
bringing little gifts to remind him of
their affection. No one in the village
of Bingville was so much beloved.
Judge Crooker came in the evening
with ice-cream and a frosted cake.
While he was there, a committee of
citizens sought him out to confer with
him regarding conditions in Bingville.
“There’s more money than ever in
the place, but there never was so much
misery,” said the chairman of the com-
mittee.
“We have learned that money is not
the thing that makes happiness,”
Judge Crooker began. “With every
one busy at high wages, and the banks
overflowing with deposits, we felt safe.
We ceased to produce the necessaries
of life in a sufficient quantity. We
forgot that all-important things are
food, fuel, clothes and comfortable
housing—not money. Some of us went
money mad. With a feeling of op-
ulence we refused to work at all, save
when we felt like it. We bought dia-
mond rings and sat by the fire looking
afternoon who hasn’t had ten hours
of sleep in a week—he’s been so busy
with the sick, and the dying and the
dead. He is a nurse, a friend, a
comforter to any one who needs him.
No charge for overtime. My God! Are
we all going money mad? Are you any
better than he is, or I am, or than the
doctors are who have been killing
themselves with overwork? Do you
dare to tell me that prosperity is any
excuse for idleness in this land of ours,
if one’s help is needed?”
Judge Crooker’s voice had been
calm, his manner dignified. But the
last sentences had been spoken witfe.
a quiet sternness imd with his lon^ !■
bony forefinger pointing straight at
Mr. Sneed. The other members of the
committee clapped their hands in
hearty approval. Mr. Sneed jsmiled
and brushed his trousers.
“We’re all off our balance a little,
but what is to be done now?”
“We must quit our plumbing and
carpentering and lawyering and bank-
ing and some of us must quit mer-
chandising and sitting in the chimney
corner and grab our saws and axes
and go out into the woods and make
some fuel and get it hauled into town,”
said Judge Crooker. “I’ll be one of a
party to go to-morrow with my axe.
1 haven’t forgotten how to chop.”
The committee thought this a good
suggestion. They all rose and started
on a search for volunteers, except Mr.
Sneed. He tarried, saying to the judge
that he wished to consult him on a pri-
vate matter. It was, indeed, just then,
a matter which could not have been
more public although, so far, the news
of it had traveled in whispers. The
judge had learned the facts since his
return.
“I hope your plumbing hasn’t gone
wrong ” he remarked with a smile.
“No, it’s worse than that,” said Mr.
Sneed ruefully. .
They bade the little Shepherd good
night and went down-stairs where the
widow was still at work with her
washing, although it was nine o’clock.
“Faithful woman!” the judge ex-
claimed as they went out on the street.
“What would the world do without
people like that? No extra charge for
overtime, either.”
Then, as they walked along, he
nlngly paved the way
knew was coming.
“Did you notice the
boy?” he asked.
, “Yes, it’s a God’s
see a face like that,” the judge went
“Only the pure in heart can have
The old spirit of youth looks out
eyes—the spirit of my own
When I was fourteen, I think
So
were the hearts of most of the boys
I know.”
“It isn’t so now.” said Mr. Sneed.
“I fear it isn’t,” the judge answered.
“There’s a new look in the faces of the
young. Every variety of evil Is
spread before them on the stage of our
little theater. They see it while their
characters are in the making, while
their minds are like white wax. Every-
thing that touches them leaves a mark
or a smirch. It addresses them in the
one language they all understand, and
for which no dictionary is needed—
pictures. The flower of youth fades
fast enough, God knows, without the
withering knowledge of evil. They say
It’s good for the boys and girls to know
all about life. We shall see!”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
z Very Interesting.
Pupils iri a primary grade of the
Columbus public schools, taught by
Miss Mary Veach, recently were in-
structed to develop their powers of
^observation, as well as their de-
scriptive ability, by a series of “Hu-
man Nature Observations,” as the
course was called. They were told
to keep their eyes open for interest-
ing happenings of a human nature
character and report at school. Whe.u
they were called on to give their ob-
servations, Elizabeth Hege, six-year-
old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Norval
Hege, reported as follows: “Last
night I was walking through Com-
mercial park, and I saw a young
man and a girl sitting real close to-
gether on a bench, and the man’s
head iyas on the girl’s shoulder, and
I thought it was very interesting.”—e
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