WHEN SISTER CALLED
“O Lord, That which I want is first bread—Thy decree, not my choice, that bread must be first.”
—Sidney Lanier.
When Sister Called
He came—did Jim—highly recommended by two fellows who live by their wits—one, Lakewood Joe and the other, Corduroy Tom. They are my friends, for they have told me they were. One of them always comes to me in the Winter anxious to get work on a farm; the other with a few broken umbrellas and a railroad spike for a hammer, starts out with the Springtime on the quest of “anything to mend.”
Umbrella mending was once a reputable calling, but it has fallen into disrepute since the introduction of the cheap umbrella. But that pathetic part of the story should be left for Lakewood Joe to tell, for it gets him—a humble mechanic—many a hot cup of coffee, many a dime.