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They were alone together. "We should be very glad, Mr. Shartow," he said, "if you would attend some of the meetings." "It'll be a cold day when I do," answered the saloon-keeper. Mr. McKenzie did not reply. "The worst enemies I've got are in that church," added Tim, by way of explanation. A smile lighted up the pastor's earnest face. "No, Mr. Shartow," he said, "you're wrong.
No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin Where meek souls will receive him" and until they sang the "Amen," Tim Shartow never stirred from the window. The storm that had been threatening all day had descended.
And if ever you need help that I can give, I want you to feel free to come to me. We are traveling different roads, Mr. Shartow, but we are not enemies; we are friends." And the pastor departed, leaving Tim, the saloonkeeper, "that shook up," to use his own phrase, that it is doubtful whether he ever entirely regained his former attitude toward "them church folks."
"Are you Phil's father?" she asked, stepping toward them. Tim Shartow, who was believed by some to regard neither God, man, nor the devil, grew strangely embarrassed as he took her hand, after a hurried inspection of his own. "Yes'm," he answered. "I am to be his Sunday-school teacher," she went on; "and of course I want to know the fathers and mothers of my boys. I hope Phil can come regularly.
Gertrude smiled her appreciation, and in that brief meeting won not only Phil's lifelong regard, but, had she known it, that of his father as well; for thenceforth Tim Shartow felt that he had two friends in Bethlehem Center of whom he need not be ashamed. His other friend was the Rev. James McKenzie.
Without, a blizzard was raging; but within, beside his study fire, the little ones tucked away in bed up-stairs, and a book in his hand, the Reverend McKenzie could laugh at weather. A knock at that hour surprised him; but when he saw who stood upon the threshold, he knew how the saloon-keeper felt when he posted his bills so many months before. "Good evening, Mr. Shartow," he said.
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