The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-12-24

QUeT himself, anu Ilse NlluOul my eiui
more OF man than with IT," She put
her arm around his neck and patted
his cheek. Gle has risen somewhere,
father. / know IT, He could not be
your son and fail" she said, the 10y
atty and love of lifetime lighting her
face with soft radiance.
He took up the tin horn from the
table where he had laid It, and fondled
II as II 1t were fraught with memories,
instead of merely recalling them.
ITS ten years since he left" he
said, what a man he must be now
81 tonight. But was thinking, when
bought this, of the time when he
was such little yellow-haired fodder,
and almost drove us wild with just
such horn as this at Christmas
time"
She took the horn from him, and
looking dreamily at it. said: We'll
keep this, father; maybe Jacks boy
will some time make these old walls
ring with 1t at Christmas time as he
made them ring, himself, so many
years ago"
God grant that he may!" said the
old man. DO you remember, mother,
how he used to come chasing down
the street after me when would start
off to my work in the morning?"
Yes, and how you would pick him
up and carry him back to me-" she
said. And do you remember the time
we came near losing him, the day he
ran away to hunt you in the city"
who that saw you then could for
get it, mother?" and he took her hand
in his and drew her down to the chair
beside him. They sat hand in hand
in the silence, given over to voiceless
memories of the past, only the ticking
of the old clock keeping an accom-
paniment to their dreams of other
Christmas Ewes. They were sitting
thus an hour later when a servant
opened the door and said. respectful
ly: There is telephone call for Mr..
Wellington"
Cant you answer it, Nary" the
old man asked, loath to leave his COM
Portable chair and dreams.
NO sir 1t is especially for you. A
long distance call, / think"
who the deuce wants to talk to me
from a distance" he said, as he rose
and went to the telephone in the hall
Hello, who is this?" he asked, as
he picked up the receiver. Eyes, this
is John Wellington"
"A party in Chicago wants to talk
to you, said the long-distance oper-
ator.
"All right, put him up. Who in
thunder do l know in Chicago" he
calculated to himself, pressing the re-
ceiver closer to his ear.
A peculiar wailing sound was all he
heard, and puzzled expression crept
over his face. Talk a little louder.
| can't understand thing you are
saying" and he listened more intent
". The wailing grew little louder,
but still 1t was nothing but an inartic-
ulate wall, and for moment the old
man looked thoroughly Disguised.
"Confound it," he shouted at last.
You sound exactly like a mewling in
FAINT. l don't know what you are say
ing"
Then mans laugh was heard, fol-
lowed by "a merry Christmas, father.
You know exactly what he sounds
like, but you don't know what he Is
saying" and there was another laugh,
ringing joyful, as in his boyhood days,
and the old man knew he had found
his own.
Jack, Jack, my boy, is that your"
he shouted, staggered by the unex-
pected joy of his sudden discovery.
None other, father, but what you
just heard was another Jack, the sec
ond Jack Wellington, Jr. He has just
arrived, and his command of English
is somewhat limited, but he was doing
his best to introduce himself, and in
vite you and grandma to Christmas
dinner with him, and"
"Oh. Jack, Jack, where have you
been all these years." sobbed the
old man.
Catch the Lake Shore Limited to-
night, father, bring mother with you.
and I'll tell you all about 1t when you
get here. You've got time. You see,
father, I've kept track of you and
mother all along. l wasn't going to
let anything happen to the old folks,
and" there was catch in his voice,
I've got the right kind of a report to
MAKE, father. Never fear that"
The old man could scarcely contain
himself as he listened pressing the re-
ceiver closer and closer to his ear, az
though he feared some bit of the
precious news might escape him.
Then he shouted: "All right, son.
we're coming on the next train" He
left the receiver dangling on the wall,
and started on a run to the room
where his wife sat, shouting as he
| went: Mother, mother. it's Jack
our boy. Get ready, mother. I'm GO
ing to have a cab here in 20 minutes
to catch the train for Chicago" She
had risen with a wild look on her face,