The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-03-15
The boy turned to his father.
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I MUST go ne dShStl
Let him stay little longer. sale
I the visitor, and there was a note Of com
/ manu in the thickened tones. He inter
ests me. What did I understand YOU
name to be, son?''
MY fun name is James Corydon Bick
nell, sir
The visitor looked up at George. Their
he glanced back at the boy.
( You look like your mother, son, don't
you 2" he asked.
NO" replied the boy. grandma al
ways said I looked like my Uncle I'm
He went away when he was quite big
boy, you know, and never came home
again"
You visited your grandma, them"
No" replied the boy; 'she came to
live with US. She died last year, you
know"
NO" said the visitor in low voice;
I didn't know"
And she used to talk a great deal
about my Uncle Jim. Papa and mamma
never talked about him, but grandma al
ways did when she and me was alone to-
gether. He was an awful nice boy, my
Uncle Jim was. You never met him, did
you. sir?"
L can't say that ever did, son"
Il asked you. said the boy, cause
when Ia say to grandma, Where is
Uncle Jim now?" she'd say something
about his being a wanderer on the face
Of the earth-and that's a kind O. tramp,
amt it?'
Yes" said the visitor. Go on
That's about all, the boy responded,
'cept that when grandma fell sick she
got q little queer in the head, old folks
do sometimes, you know, and thought /
was Uncle Jim when he was a little
bow. And I'd sit by the bed and she q
sing the little songs to me that she sang
to him, and she'd talk to me just as If
I was her little boy, an when she fell
asleep forever an ever she had her arm
around my neck. an she shut her eyes
still thinking that sch had her Jimmie
boy back again.
There was brief silence. The visitor
had sunk back in his chair. and his eyes
were closed
Come. Jimmie" said George Bicknen.
yes, papa" responded the boy He
leaned forward little and touched the
visitors dlngy knee. Sir" he said.
wouldn't YOU Ike to see a picture Of
my Uncle simmie?'
YES" said the visitor. slowly, 7 think
[ would
1T is this way, sir" said the boy as
he pointed TO the inner door. The visitor
slowly arose and followed him. He did
not look at George . csneil as he passed.
Here is the picture sir. said the boy
as the visitor crossed the threshold into
the inner room. 1T was made large
from a smaller picture. See. Uncle Jim
is sitting on his fttle stool with his
head resting on his mothers knee ard
she's got her hand on his curly hair.
wasn't she a sweet lady. and wasn't he
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The light IS a little strong he faI-
tered
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the tattered man vii hsn scared
glance. Let us so oack 10 papa he
said
Ceorzs BicsznelT slipped sway from the
door as they approached r. Ee was
standing hv his desk when the visitor
again faced him,
.Good-by. George" said the prod1Eai;
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