The next Sunday he went, and when he came home he got
the promised flogging. He went the second time and got a flogging, and
also a third time with the same result. At last he said to his father,
"I wish you would flog me before I go, and then I won't have to think of
it when I am there." The father said, "If you go to that Sabbath-school
again I will kill you." It was the father's custom to send his son out
on the street to sell articles to the passers-by, and he told the boy
that he might have the profits of what he sold on Saturday. The little
fellow hastened to the young lady's house and said to her, "Father said
that he would give me every Saturday to myself, and if you will just
teach me, then I will come to your house every Saturday afternoon." I
wonder how many young ladies there are that would give up their Saturday
afternoons just to lead one boy into the kingdom of God. Every Saturday
afternoon that little boy was there at her house, and she tried to tell
him the way to Christ. She labored with him, and at last the light of
God's spirit broke upon his heart.
One day while he was selling his wares at the railroad station, a train
of cars approached unnoticed and passed over both his legs.
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