The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-07-06

hayin no dedication. They allus earned
q fair Twin, to be sure, an had every
body's good word But it's fine thing
to have schoolin, an we was bound you
should have it. An we worked fur it, y
she concluded simply, but with retro
spective sigh
ST know you did, :" said Joe grateful
". "And / know how you worked
like slaves, like tigers. I only meant
that it would be a mistake for me not
to get the best results from your work
and fathers and my own. Out in the
world, motherl Oh, there's so much to
see and to do, SO much money to be
earned, so many bright, pleasant people
to knowr'
A little silence succeeded. Joe hoped
that his mother was simplifying his ar
guments in her own mind, and present
" he ventured TO add:
81 thought, mother, You would enjoy
living in Chicago in little house with
q furnace perhaps and stained glass in
the hall and curtains in the doorways. I"
She turned upon him with absolute
terror in her eyes
''Joer' she cried in voice of intense
pain. ''Surely you won't make me do
that? Surely there's no law that help
Won to drag me away from here to
place like that?'
''Mother-dear mother!' said Joe
soothingly. II wouldn't for the world
ask you to go if you did not wish to do
So 1 only wished to offer you pretty
home, and you know you have never
had home:
'fNever had homer she echoed
scornfully ''What do you call The
Wandering Willie, then? There's no
woman in America that's prouder OF
her home than be. know every mile
of the 800 an more between Buffalo an
Albany as we'll as most people do their
own niz able little weedy dooryards.
| I've come by these fields fur so year an
seen 'em brown an bare in the spring,
an then faint light green, an then yal-
Ter as the sunshine, an then bare again,
like they be today. An sometimes I've
come by when the first snow has cover
| ed 'em all up warm for the winter. AN
/ know the very birds nests in the trees,
Joe. An there amt town as we go
| through but what I've got good true
friends in How kin you say this aim
home, Joe? It's been a place to love III,
to work in, to live an die in. What
more do you wants!
Forgive me, mother, " said Joe hum
bly, He dared not speak again for fear
of unwittingly giving her fresh pain. 1t
was some time before she spoke.
1--WE told you so often all about The
Wandering Willie that don't s'pose
you'd keer to hear it all over agin, would
YOU, Joe?'' she said wistfully.
Indeed 1 should like to hear it, -
said Joe, with so much apparent inter
est that his mother was visibly fattered
and without urging plunged into sea
of retrospect
''The very fust thing / kin remember
Is sittin by my father on the deck OF
a boat like this, tied into my little
cheer. NV mother was dead, an my IA
Their was all wrapped up in me. He was
as good q man as ever lived, though
rough in his ways. He did swear dread
fully sometimes, but then all canal men
do mostly. But he was gentle as kit
ten with me an would watch me in my
little cheer an tell me by the hour bout
the places we was passin. Sometimes
he would talk O. sendin me to school,
but he couldn't bear to part with me, an
I hated to 60 Winters we lived in 6
tavern at Locl1port, an there got lit
tie schoolin, so 1 could read, write ano
cipher some, an when 1 was only Sill
of gal I und'stood all about freight
an managin the boat better than you
ever will, I'm afraid, Joe.
Now, Joe, bout the name o thl!
old boat-you do think it's pretty
name, don't your"
II think it's the sweetest ship name
that ever was inventedP' said Joe, VIII
conviction, for he knew that not al
the mythical ships of song and stor.
had for him the significance of this one
The Wandering Willie would Away
represent to his mind the truest love
the tenderest fidelity.
well, your grandfather sot grea
deal o store by it. He called four boat
by it, one arter another, and finally
give the name to this one. He'd got l
out O. some play or pome or book-h
never rightly knew where himseH-al
, ! it riled him to have any one make fu1
, | of it. One evenin we was lyin to q
Buffalo. 1t was about 2 o'clock, an tn
dock was full o. people walkin up a
. down to git the lake breeze, fur it ha
been a very warm day. 1 was talkr
{ | with some gals forward, an father wa
sittin in the stern, smokin. He had bee
, drinkin some an was that ugly no on
, dast speak to him but me. Presently W
see a young man starin at the name O
the stern an kinder smilin to himself
> He was strong, good lookin young fel
t Ter, with laughin blue eyes-you neve
5 see such eyes nowadays, Joel Prett
4 soon he speaks up to father, an says he
i very perlite:
: "'Could We give me a job O wor
g sir?'
, "I could if wanted TO, says father
T with snarl, but amt a-goin to Civ
8 no one job that pokes fun at my boat
e Why, want a-pol1in fun at ye
. boatl' says the young man very respec
3 full Only see The Wandering Will