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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 02, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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The Vagabond and Dreamer, Who Heard the Call of Manhood
' (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
A soft rain was falling, but, seated
on the stump of a maple which had
furnished part of the late winter's
firewood, the singer took no notice.
His leather jacket, made for him by
one whose eyes were not so bright as
those of Rosleen of Inniskillen, had
resisted many a heavier storm than
this, and his face was turned to the
south, whence the spring seemed to
The face of a man, a young, beard
ed, keen-eyed man, appeared at the
window of the house behind him. It
was the Young Doctor who iiad late
ly come to Askatoon. " """
"How many years, you say?" he
asked of a woman standing beside
him, and nodding toward the singer.
"Fifteen years, doctor."
"He's no relation V
"None. He's Irish and we're Irish,
that's all."
"How did he come to plant him
self on you?"
"Well, you see, doctor, it was pour
in' wet, that day, fifteen years ago,
an' he just stepped in out o' the
The Young Doctor turned and look
ed at her closely, reflectively. Was
Bhe mocking him, trying to be humor
ous, with this dismal tragedy behind
them in a darkened room where two
people lay stricken and beaten flot
sam of fate left to the sport of the
monstrous sea of pain and helpless
ness? "How old are you?" the Young
Doctor asked curiously, but with his
face turned, toward the bedroom
where a woman's voice, was sobbing
softly and a man's voicewas speaking
in gentle, wheedling tones.
"I'm thirty-one," she said with a
toss of her head; and by that the
Young Doctor knew beyond perad
venture that she loved the man out
side, for she was forty-one, if she was- !
a day.
"And what for d'ye ask? Couldn't
ye tell by Iookin' at me teeth?" she
added maliciously.
She showed her teeth not unpleas
antly, and she could have no reason
to regret it, for they were her best
feature, as fine and even and white
and beautiful a set of teeth as ever
woman had. '
"The teeth are twenty-one," ho
answered gallantly.
"And the light m your face is that
of a girl steppin' home along the road
by Tralee steppin' home from
school. Faith, I hope your heart is
as young, for there's stiff work to
your hand," He glanced toward the
bedroom door, through which came
only the man's voice now pleading
and kind.
"There's a dark road ahead, I
know," she said. "But 'tis me own
that I'll work for, and that must be
cared for; and, God's love! but the
-back will not break nor the hand go
"Your father may get well perhaps,
but it will be slow, and he can't help
himself much" he nodded toward
the other room "but 'tis a kind man,
and "
"Well, he will make it as easyfor
you as he can; but she your moth- (
er can't make it easy, no matter
how she tries. She can only move one
arm, and even that may go with the
rest but, there, we'll hope for the
best. She has to be lifted, often and
often, and you can0 1 do it alone. Be
sides, it's a night and day business. " '
Is there no sister, or aunt, or cou
sin?" "There's no one at all, at all, of
women folk. We. were five father
and mother, the two b'ys, and meself.
Terry, he's gone this fifteen years
Left us one dty ol s a sbisdy fath

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