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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 25, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 13

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(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
Dad had become conscious again,
I was in his room this morning while
the nurse was out for a little walk
when we heard Mollie's 'voice in the
"Margie," asked Dad suddenly, "is
Mollie still working? She did not give
up her position, did she?"
"No Dad, Mollie thought she could
do more 'for you by giving some of
the money she earned toward hivinc;
you a nurse who could take care of
you properly."
Dad's face lighted up. "She's a
good girl," he murmured to himself
"a good girl. I'm glad she has learn
ed stenography. And, Margie, don't
let mother talk her out of working.
Mother never wanted Mollie to work
outside the house and I know she will
try and make her think I need her.
"Mother does not understand eith
er that a nurse can really make me
physically more comfortable than
she can. And strange as it may seem,
Margie, when a man is on his death
'bed he wants most the little physical
' comforts he can get for his few re
maining hours.
"Dear Dad, you must not think of
that," I interrupted, "you will soon
be up and around again."
No, dear, I'm done for; in just
a little while I will be the man who
Dad's voice broke and I went over
and kissed him. "Margie, I'm glad
Dick married you you are a good
girl a little stubborn in having your
own way, perhaps, but you mean to
do right."
"Dear father, please don't think I
am always on the right side of temp
tation. I have never been really
tempted yet and I don't want to be
too hard on those' who are on the
wrong side."
"Take care of Mollie, will you,
Margie? I'm afraid she will need you
in the years to come. Her mother
someway never was" able to get her
confidence never will be I am
afraid. And, Margie, be kind to her
mother. She will be awfully lonely
when I am gone."
We both were crying Dad in the
calm way of the old and I trying to
stifle my sobs for fear of making him
"I'll do the. very best I know how,
Dad," I whispered, "but don't give up
yet I am sure you are going to get
"Wouldn't you like to talk to a
minister?" I asked, somewhat lame
ly, "perhaps he could say something
to comfort you better than I."
Father Waverly was silent a mo
ment and then he spoke: "No, Mar
gie, I don't believe I do. j You see I
have only so little time to live with
the affairs of this world and with
those I love and I shall have eternity
in the next"
He was silent a minute' and I
thought he had gone to sleep, but
again he spoke: "I've always tried
to do right, but I've never been able
to have that blessed faith in the here
after that would probably be a great
comfort to me now. Margie, I don't
know whether I am on the verge of
eternal life or eternal oblivion, but
whichever it is is right and if it be
eternal life then God is good and
I'll take my chance."
I looked at the wasted form lying
there calmly and thought it emble
matic of the courage and patience
which means greatness.
Dear old Dad had not had success
as the world values it. He was going
out on the long journey to a land he
did not know and could not imagine,
but he was setting his face toward it
bravely saying: "I'll take my
chance." And that also is what it all
amounts to in this life: We must
take our chance, whether we make
good or ill out of it remains with us.

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