The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1900-09-23

eager breeze, that vet did not chill the en-
thusiasm of the struggling procession as
It halted before the popular candidates
house. and Paul Penrose himself came for
ward on the balcony bowling in acknowI-
edgment. He was tall. broad-shouldored
man of splendid physique; his hair and
heavy beard were iron-grey. but the aqui-
lire features and keen. deep-set, melan-
choly eyes were those OF man but little
past the prime OF life. In the room be-
hind him, hidden by the window curtains,
leaning and peering forward. half shy,
half eager, stood young girl, whose deli-
cate face flushed as lac turned and beck
oned 20 her.
Come. Eva. don't be shy, GOMEZ
He held out his hand. Blushing, the girl
stepped forward on the balcony and stood
beside him. Then the shouts of the crowd
deepened to a roar OF enthusiasm. ''Hur-
rah for Miss Penroser' Three cheers for
Miss Evai' cried a voice. piercing high
above the din. and cheers went I'D in deaf
ening volleys.
Penrose smiled. THAT means hundred
votes" he said to himself as he turned
back into the room, when with tossing of
caps and waving of flags the procession
a
daughters small sensitive face, all CULVER
ing with emotion and excitement, her vio-
let eyes misty with tears.
you didn't mind, did you. Eva?" he
said. tenderly.
Mind? Oh, papa, was proud Do you
know what I've been doing this morning?
Reading your speech at the City Hail."
What. all of it, three columns long?'
he said. smiling affectionately, but rather
incredulously as he smoothed her shining
hair
Yes, all OF il. oh, papa, why didn't you
take me? Won't you take me the next
timer
why. Eva. child. what do you care for
politics."
well. don't understand much about
them she admitted frankly. "but like
TO hear you speak. and L know you'd al
ways take the right side and lead the right
way"
What is the right way little one?''
why, the way to do most good for the
people, should think, papa"
THE people? Not for your country.
child?" he questioned smilingly, as if TO
test her.
The people make the country" she re-
piled. ut isn't the patch of earth beneath
us; it's those who live on IL. You taught
me that, papa. Don't you remember your
pamphlet The Land and the Race? i
mayn't understand politics, but l like to
read everything you write and everything
that's written about you
"Everything?" Penrose reflected with
amusement on some of the things" written
about him by the opposition.
Have you seen what the Clarion says?''
continued Eva, catching up the paper and
reading aloud: Our fellow-citizens should
study Paul Penroses speech. His words
have weight. not only from eloquence and
experience, but as the utterance Of one
whose bountiful hand has succored the
poor and suffering of our city in time of
need. 1t is not because of his powerful
intellect alone that he has attained to the
position he deservedly holds in the estima-
ton of the people of Charlton, it is be-
cause OF his good works, for which the
widow and the fatherless rise up and cal
him best.' There, papa. Am not proud
girl TO see those words about you?" Her
sweet voice quavered-
You are too sensitive, child" said Pen
rose tenderIy yet regretfully. patting heI
flushed cheek with his strong brown hand
There, must go to my study now.
have my pamphlet to finish and send of tC
press"
Eva took no the Clarion again and dwell
on the wo-ds that were so sweet to hel
flial love.
IF only there were two of Us TO be proud
of him." she Said to herself with a sigh
IF only mamma had lived. It's ungratefu
of me TO repine; he's father, mother ant
all TO me. But still I fancy nothing car
be quite like a mother. If / only knew
some one who had known her-some ont
who could talk to m. of her.
Penrose never spoke OF his wife. nor will
all his tender care of Eva, his anxiety Il
crafty her every wish had he the faintes
Idea how her heart and imagination clunt
to The dream of the mother she had never
known who was not even memory t
her
The young girl, emotional and dreamy
was prone to idealize; indeed tn, realities
of life were little known to her. She sen
SOUPS and jellies to the sick. made pima
fores and petticoats for poor children am
old women, but outside. beyond her simpl
charities her pity for the personal suffer
ings she was so ready TO relieve, she ha'
little comprehension OF the world aroun
her. she spent half her life in day-dream
she idealized even the living father and he
friends she knew: and her dearest, mos
sacred and secret dreams chung round tn
cherished ideal OF the mother she ha
never known
Penrose had spent great part OF III
early life in Canada. where others or III
family had settled; and when he returne
10 his native land, where none of his home
staying kin survived to greet him, widowel
bringing with him his motherless chic
the little Eva was too young TO remembe
anything of ner mother or the land OF ne
birth
OF the latter Penrcse spoke sometime:
though rarely. of the former, never n
one knew anything of his dead wife; no
even his intimate friends could tell wn
she had been or when or where she ma
died. II was currently supposed that Pen
rose had married beneath him; that
had been a love-niateh, and, as sympa
thetfc women said. his heart was burie
in her grave'-from which many OF thes
kind souls would willingly have resui
rected IL. Some had not concealed tnc'
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