Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1914-11-11
street car to the entrance Of the Bowes


street house he had begun to realize
some OF the difficulties of which Bur-
son had spoken. For one thing it was
hottie middle OF September-and the
smells were almost overpowering.
Hawkers with cans of lukewarm
water, In which toated half cooked
ears Of green corn. others with slices
of watermelon cut in the early morn
ing and now covered with filth and
flies, were everywhere in the dusty
streets.
Added to these were the roar Of the
not distant elevated. the screaming of
innumerab BILE babies and the shrill
whistles Of gangs of street gamins.
making very inferno of dirt and con-
fusion. Glider was glad to turn into
the comparative quiet of the Bowes
street house.
Once inside. Burson took the lead
and began at once the tour Of inspec-
ton. The house had been designed
for far better class Of tenant than
now found a haven within its walls.
1t had originally two suits of apart
side of the narrow hall which bisected
the house But long ago these five
rooms had been divided so that now
they formed three suits each-two Of
two rooms and a single room.
The single rooms, dirty and dark as
they were, found ready occupancy. for
the rent was but half that of the two
roomed suits. But. while nearly all Of
the single rooms were tenanted, many
of the two room suits we're empty.
elders reduced dividends were ex-
planned.
They were making the last rounds
on the top floor when they heard
The strength and assurance Of it spoke
eloquently Of a full dinner pail.
"Ah. that must be Manders. the
plumberr' exclaimed Burson. hasten
ing toward the dark and rickety stair
way. Pardon me one moment, Mr..
Glider I'll bring him right up
Left to himself, Glider started slow
" toward the narrow window at the
far end of the hall. Suddenly a door
was flung open halfway down the hall,
and the anxious face Of one Of the
amateur nurses from the settlement
peered out At sight of Glider her face
cleared and she sprang forward.
ooh. sir. l am so glad to see you!
My patient is very sick-typhoid. I
must have help. The doctor is some
where in the building, probably with
Casey's little girl on the first floor.
Bring him as quick as you can" Then
as she realized the blank look on Gill
der's face anxiety again puckered her
smooth brow.
ooh, you don't think you can find
him? What shall l do? l must-I
know! You stay here-keep very quiet
hes delirous and won't notice the
change Don't excite him whatever
you dor and before Glider could voice
his protest she had pushed him through
the door and sped down the hall.
Nauseated and highly indignant,
Glider looked about him.
The work of the volunteers from the
settlement was apparent here, for the
room was far cleaner than any Glider
had seen in the house. The patient lay
on one of the settlement hospital cots,
which with Il deal table and one chair
| formed the only furniture in the room.
Glider was a stranger to sickrOoms.
and 4grant curiosity stirred him as
his 81 ice rested on the form of the
sick II. In the dim light his features
Were barely distinguishable-h thin
fraI tWitched restlessly under the
igl sheet.
der half turned to go when sud-
DENY the man sat bolt upright and
stretched out his arms in the piteous
appeal Of childhood.
Daddy-daddy" he wailedA "Take
me up, daddy: am tired of my bed
An onlooker might have seen a GU
rious change in Mr.. Glider during this
scene. At the first word from the sick
mans lips he haC stopped. one foot eX-
tended topald the door.
The trembling of his form grew
until it was like palsy, and the mus
cles of his throat moved convulsively
up and down. Little beads of perspi-
ration that were not caused by the heat
stood out upon his forehead-a great
! pounding was in his ears. Then he
turned.
"Danny-Danny." the whisper sound
ed loud and rasping in the little room.
'Danny-it can't be you, Danny, boy
it can't be you! It's been a long time
you've changed, Danny. But your
voice-it's just the same-just the
same!"
When the nurse and doctor hurried
into the room a few moments later 8
strange sight met their eyes. Mr.. Gil
der. the great Mr.. Glider. whose
wealth and eccentricities furnished 81
much copy for the Sunday supple
ments, was on his knees by the side Of
the tenement typhoid patient. and thu
face he turned toward them was tea
stained and very old.
"Doctor-my son-he is very i'll. M!
son-do you hear? The son Of Bald
win Glider. You must work hard
spare no expense-see how he cling