One day my mother gave me an unusually thorough scrubbing and put on me the best clothing available, which was doubtless none too good at that. I wondered where I was going, for I had never been to Sunday school, and it wasn’t Sunday anyway. . . . But after so long a time, we arrived at St. John’s Orphanage, where I was turned over to the matron, Mrs. Richardson, and her assistants, particularly Miss Matilda Goetz. As a matter of wise precaution, I was treated to another whale of a good scrubbing—such a complete, hide-moving, and soul-stirring ablution as had never been administered to me before in all my life, and not since, except in a Seventh Day Adventist Sanitarium. I was then given new clothes, somewhat better than I had been accustomed to. In a short while I discovered that I had been incorporated into a larger family than I had hitherto known. [Ben W. Wade was admitted to St. John’s on July 20, 1878.] At that time it cared for not more than fifteen or twenty children. I soon found that Mrs. Richardson was kind and motherly, but a firm and fair disciplinarian, and that Miss Goetz was a patient and painstaking teacher. I immediately adapted myself to my new surroundings and, in a short while, established myself in the good graces of my preceptors. I learned the important lesson of method and system—careful and regular habits. This lesson of having a time and a place for everything is so often more religiously taught in such an institution than it is in the lax indulgence of a private home. Along with this secular training, I took my place in the little band of pupils that marched out once a week to the St. John’s Sunday School.” |
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