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Title: The real Billy Sunday; the life and work of Rev. William Ashley Sunday, D. D., the baseball evangelist
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Brown, Elijah P., 1842-
Subjects: Sunday, Billy, 1862-1935
Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) Fleming H. Revell company
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
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hool, where the pupils sat on roughbenches and learned the Three Rs after a much ruderfashion than is known to-day. Later he went to one ofthe grade schools in Ames. Finding it impossible to longer give the boys the propercare at home, and believing that it would give them amuch better chance in life, the mother of Edward andWilliam decided, though with much reluctance, to sendthem to the Soldiers Orphans Home, at Glenwood, Iowa.In one of his sermons Sunday most touchingly tells the•tender story of the parting: Four months before I was born my father went tothe war, in Company E of the Twenty-third Iowa. Ihave fought and struggled since I was six years old.I know all about the dark and seamy side of life. Ha man ever fought for everything he gained, I have. Thewolf scratched at the cabin door, and scratched so hardthat finally my poor mother had to say to my brotherEd and me— Boys, Fm going to send you to the Soldiers Or-phans Home! She took us to Ames, where we had to wait a long
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WILLIAM SUNDAY, FATHER OF THE EVANGELIST. BIRTH AND BOYHOOD 21 time for the train. We went to a little hotel near thedepot to wait. About one oclock in the morning some-body came and said— * Get ready for the train; its coming. I looked into my mothers face. Her eyes were redwith long weeping, for the poor woman didnt havemoney enough to pay our fare all the way to Glenwood,where the Home was. We went to the train, where mother put one armaround me, and the other about Ed, and sobbed as if herpoor heart would break. People walked by, looked atus, but they didnt say a word. Why? They didntknow, and if they had they wouldnt have cared. Butmother knew; yes, and she knew that for four yearsshe wouldnt see her boys. We got into a car, and said, Good-by, mother, asthe train started, and it was the first good-by to her Ihad ever said. The last we saw of her she was smilingupon us through her tears. Yes; mother knew, andmother cared. We reached Council Bluffs early in the morning. Itwas col

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