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ULYSSES
By Harold Carter
, "phildren's day" was the idea of
the superintendentj)f the riew hos
pital Old methods had been aban
doned and new ones ruled. Doctor
Oakley believed that in admitting the
little folks of the town ta the hos
pital grounds once a month, in charge
of the matron, he would cheer up his
convalescents, inspire the young peo
ple with a sense of pity and bring
contributions to the hospital.
Eli Baynes seemed a terribly old
person to Dorothy and Ned, though,
as a matter of fact, he was only 40.
He had returned from the west crip
pled with rheumatism, contracted by
working in the silver mines, and
after three months at the hospital he
was only just beginning to regain his
health.
He sat in his wheeled chair and his
eye's widened with pleasure as he
saw his little friends approaching.'
"Tell us another story, Uncle Eli,"
pleaded l)orothy, climbing upon his
knee.
"Another story?" Eli inquired.
"How many stories do you think I
know?"
"Hundreds," said Dorothy prompt
ly; "You are so old, you see. You
must be nearly a hundred, aren't you,
Uncle Eli?"
, "Not quite so old," laughed Eli
Baynes. "How are you little folks
getting on at home?"
"It's just like one of your own fairy
tales, Uncle Eli," said Ned. "Ever
since mother inherited that fortune
.we've been hitting it up, as Mrs.
Smith, next door, says. We've had
the painters in and the plumbers, and
the plasterers, and the the chairs
have been" up up "
"Upholstered," said Uncle Eli.
"And I only wish my papa could
come home and see us now," said
Dorotjiy.
"You don't remember your papa?"
questioned the sick man.
"No; Uncle Eli. But mothet. does.
And when you get well she's going
to invite you to come and see us, and
perhaps get you a job as gardener."
"That will be fine," laughed Eli.
"Well, what story shall I tell you to
day?" "You promised to tell us about
Ulisha," said Ned.
"Not Ulisha Ulysses, my boy.
Well, sit down and I'll see how much
of it I can remember. Ulysses was
one of the Greeks, you know. He
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Felt a Mad Impulse to Flee.
was a very strong man and he had. a
beautiful wife named Penelope, whom
he left to go to the Wars. He was
away ten year, because that war last
ed ten years."
"His wife must have missed him,"
said Dorothy.
"Why, I'm not sure whether she did
or not,' said Eli, "because, you see,
although the story doesn't admit it,
I'm afraid Ulysses was something of
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