Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-07
PART THREE.
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Kate Revisses sAs Book.
Tho book 40 not l6nished. This book
Of Jesse's life and mime n not finisnsd
while she who ct ~ asundof 10 nj
lowed to live. ~Vengeanoe 70 mine"
saith tho Losd = viii rspay." We
wait.
What Impulse aauved my man after
four years 70 ea1aF that tragic house
He read our book. 20 pfteously stained.
this heap Of paper Scfawled with rusty
ink. He added parts OF chapter,
which I have finished. It IL all blotted
with tears, this record Of his life
childhood. boyhood. youth. manhood.
humor, passion-veritAble growth OF
an immortal spi5if-annals OF that lore
which lifteth NJ shove the earth-and
then!
So l must try to catch up happiness.
] have notes hare Of dear Father
Jared. made at the time when he was
bringing me with Baby David. home. l
remember ~ sat In our deck chairs
on the sunny side Of the ship. watch-
INK a cloud race out In mid-Atlantic.
We talked Of home.
Ffosnall End. where my saint 10
curate-in-charge, Ia on the river near
Windsor, and there went to live with
Baby David.
From the Art my Heavsn-born was
interested In milk, later in q growing
number Of worldly things. but 1t was
not until last winter BY the Preside
that we really had serious tales all
about Wonderland.
Although David has decided to be a
tram conductor. he still takes SONIC
little interest In other walks Of life.
Once ON the tow.path he asked an old
gentleman who vas fishing what he
was fshing for. and got the nice re-
ply: Il often wonder" And 1t was on
this path beside the Thames, that one
day last Novembo1 he made q big
friendship. His nurse was passing a
few remaxhs With . young man who
asked the way to my house. and baby
went ahead pursuing his lawful occa-
sions. Curious to know what It felt
like to be real flsh, he was stepping
into the river to see about 1t. when
the young man interfered.
Lego my TAIL" said David wrath
fully, then with sudden defiance. Il
got my feet vet anyway. 20 there!"
That's 90" the young man agreed
II cay" David grew confident
..Mummie says it's In the paper. %
It's Ill right"
whats that, sonny?"
"A little boy what went in to see
about some fishes, and that man what
swum and swum, and ] saw'd his pic
ture in the paper. So now tend you
look de udder way"
'eWhy, can't see nothen."
"You can see. The game is for me
to Jump in, and you SWIM"
But can't swim. I'm sailor"
"oh, weally7 Then what's your
name?"
cts Biily o'Tynn..
mo. but thats wsally my guinea
dig, the pink ene-Billy O'F1ynn
You're not fairy. Btlly3"
why. what does you know about
fairies?"
Most truthfully. you know, don't
believe IN fairies. but then It pleasea
mummie."
So Billy sat On his heel making
friends with the hsaven-born. and
Patsy, the nurse. came behind him
craving with cotton-sloved hands to
touch the sailors crisp. short, golden
hair, and David gravely tried on the
mans peaked cap.
Eyes," Billy agreed. fairies 10 rot
when there's real gals about, with rosy
checks a-blushin' an cotton gloves"
'LAwks! 'Ow you sailors does fancy
yourselves" said Patsy. her shy I'm
gers drawn by that magnetic gold OF
the mans hair.
Climb on my back and ride" said
young OFlynn to David. I'll be Z
fairy horse.
"The cheek e I'M" !eered Patsy
FAIRY 'orss indeed!"
oh, surely the fairies were verJ
busy about them, tugsfng at heart
strings. while Billy and Patsy fell head
over ears in love, and my pet cupid
had them both for slaves. David rode
Billy home. BY his august command
straight into my brown study. where
] sat in my lazy chair.
Was 1t my voice telling baby to &c
and get dry feet? Was 1t my hand
grasping Billy's horny paw7 For
heard my roaring canyon, saw my
cliffs, my .embattled sculptured cliffs
ana once more seemed to walk with
Jesse in Cathedral Grove"
I laughed, cried. oh, yes, Of
course made q fool Of myself. Fol
this dear lad came out Of Wonderland
this Needless rufian who knew of my
second marriage. who had such . tale
to tell Of Madame Scotson." Oh
haven't you heard? Her preciou,
Baby David is illegitimate! COULDN'T
4 hear my neighbor, Mrs. Pollock tell
ing that story at the Scandal club
Feeling ill-hred and common.
begged gilly's pardon, made him I'll
down. tried ever 30 hard to put him
ut his ease. Poor lad! His father
condemned % felon, his mother such
wicked old harridan. his life. to say
the very least uncouth. Yet some
how ont Of that rough savage face
! shoue the eyes Of . gentleman, and
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