Next Wednesday evening, at eight o'clock, I will
address a meeting on the vacant lot opposite the church, and will tell
what I know.
SAMUEL PRESCOTT."
"And what are you going to do with that?" asked Sophie in wonder.
"I am going to have it printed on little slips, and give them out to
the people when they are coming out of the church to-morrow morning."
"Oh, Samuel!" gasped the child.
"I have to do it," he said.
"But, Samuel, everyone will come--people from all over town."
"I can't help that," he answered. "I can't afford to hire a hall; and
they wouldn't let me speak in the church."
"But can you get this printed so quickly?"
"I don't know," said he. "I must find some one."
Sophie clapped her hands suddenly. "Oh, I know just the very thing!"
she cried. "Friedrich Bremer has a printing press!"
"What!"
"Yes. His father used to print things. They will tell us." And so,
without stopping to eat, the two hurried off to the Bremer family; and
mother and father and all the children sat and listened in
astonishment while Samuel told his tale. Friedrich was thrilling with
excitement; and old Johann's red face grew fiery.
"Herr Gott!" he cried. "I vas that vay myself once!"
"And then will you help me to get them printed?" asked Samuel.
"Sure!" replied the other. "I will do it myself. Vy did I go through
the Commune?" And so the whole family adjourned to the attic, and the
little printing outfit was dragged out from under the piles of
rubbish.
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