The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-09-24
Il BENKHACZOR
By Katharine lyman.
Copyright, 1905.
airline lyman.
IN THREE PARTS-PART II.
Copy7-i0ht, 1905.

$3.50 Terry freekled, red-headed preternaturally
clever child, the chosen instrument. II
Terry had had any idea that the shabby moody
gentleman who was making his way to the doekgates
thru was the great Mr. Ada1 he n naa
ing in the gentleman appearance to daunt Terry, who
pulled red foreoek and invited him to shelter from the
AS matter of fact Mr.. Adair s carriage-and-pair
just outside the dock gates but instead of hasten
ing to them, he pulled up short looked at Terry as
tho he had suddenly been awakened from Dream and
asked him what he wanted with him ,,
Sure, nothin at ALL said Terry, "barrin' you'd
ike safe be the fire till the storm goes over'
Mr.. Adar looked up at the sky, then back at Terry
rresoutey the little house at the far end of the
quantity patterned path.
he looked back at the great clock the biggest of the
warehouses, and made his mind that he had FEW
minutes to spare Something hungry was in the ex-
preston Of his he looked back again at Ierrys
sharp, rudy face. .;+a o,on+ nm
ut AL at all'' said Terry. "Glory be to goodness,
there's fash! Come in and don be keepin me hould-
MI Adair, without another word preceded the queer
child to the cottage the door of which, under its grotto
IKE porch, stood invitingly open
Within, q bright little fire burned child sat m
sheezs were hard, bright red Ike appes that havo
been polished the rosy side and her mothery arms
were as fat could well be. Equally well-eo
dtioned the pair of legs under the short frock
The visitor looked with the thoughtful wist
gaze which he had looked at Terry, and smile
like winter sunshine broke his dark harrassed face
as ha sad ane boues might be-
Terry had shut the door upon the Storm and now
handed Mr. Adair chair, wiping 1t ostentatousy be-
fore doing so, he had his mother do whenever
they had distinguished visitor, such as priest OK
doctor.
Mr.. Adair took the chair and looked with sudden
interest around the little room, which hafparor,
half kitchen Some pots of musk and Of scarlet
NUNS were by side behind the white curtains of the
window. The dresser gay with crockery. On the
walls pictures of saints aternated with
Irish patriots in the most brilliant clothing Little
garish altar with artificial flowers in cheap vases and
candles half burned thru, stood in Mr. Adair
remembered to have seen such things IN those tiny
vhitewashed cottages IN Glen Adair long ago.
Terry had, while the gentleman making his
observations, taken his seat portion of the other
child p stool Mr. Adairs gaze finally rested upon the
eouple and, while he smiled, curious spasm of
pain crossed his face
''What does your mother feed you on, boy7" he
asked abruptly.
tsStirabou sir, mostly, an do have potatoes, an
sometimes but not often, bit o. mate.''
..stirabout-porridge suppose you meant"
they don't rightly how to make it, not they do
ut home'
HAt home7'
ttIn Glen Adair, sir, in tn ould conthry. IF ye
Wild SALT not wild raj eonthrivances o. sugar
an traycle-"
~ shall remember - said MI. Adar seriously. ESQ
you come from Glen Adair in Ireland. Your is
81 He searched his memory for name which
had slipped out of it long ago
HTerry Donovan, sir; an this is me sister Nora, u
replied Terry with another pull at the rudy foreock
"Donovan! Yes, I remember now. So your mother
feeds you -stirabout Is that what gives you
your rosy cheeks do suppose and makes sister
legs fat7'
ssMaybe, sir It's very wholesome atm. MI
mother do be sayin' that we'd be dale better at home
in Glen Adair.''
ssWhat does the woman wantG' asked the visitor