Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1919-07-24
The New Life
D. JESSIE ETHEL sllERwns
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to all appearances, but always man.
aged to detain him long enough to ask
him question in which lay her vivid
interest:
what do you hear from Allan2"
At the first Mr. Barker had answered
with scowl and carping TRADE
against the boy who had run away
from home and had made all skies and
sevens Of his destiny. Some spark of
humane interest in the old man. how
ever, became revivified when he
learned indirectly that Allan had gone
abroad volunteer for Uncle Sam.
Then with some pride he told Bertha
that he had received a two-line letter
from Allan. He even showed II to
Bertha: "Dear Old Dad: have cut
out drinking. It's all fighting now"
And such glad, rapturous sparkle
came to the eyes of the longing girl,
and such n glorious flush to her fair,
fresh face that Mr.. Barker exclaimed:
Hello! what's this? Surely you
haven't any laundering after that
young scapegrace"
but aren't you glad that Allnn has
has reformed? Oh! dear Mr. Barker,
If he only comes back to the world
and its old sweet ways!"
Poetry! Sentiment!" scoffed Mr..
Barker. II haven't much faith in the
boy" but Bertha fancied there was a
false note to his avowed disbelief.
Hes coming home, Allan u.s." an.
nounced Mr.. Barker one day in the
armistice year. He thinks next
month";" and he put out his hand to
steady Bertha, for she acted as though
she was about to faint She recovered
herself, however, but her lips moved
TREMENDOUSLY as though in mute
prayer Of gladness and hope.
Allan Barker had made record for
himself at the front. Not only that,
but he had picked up small fortune.
He was one of group which had sur
priced a party of looters among the
enemy who had slaughtered half of the
inhabitants of little town and had
burned down every house in sight.
There had been sanguinary fight. Aft
er it was. all over Allan showed to his
commanding officer n little seek filled
with gold and jewels, which he had
wrested from one of the foe.
Well" observed this official, .you
had better turn 1t in
TO what Department." inquired AL
ian
10 your own personal safekeeping"
came the reply. ''Its ownership can
not be traced, 1t is fair jetsam, we've
got too much heavy fighting ahead to
bother with trifles. Call it a trophy Of
the conflict and take 1t home as q
souvenir"
! you bet IN make good use of It,"
declared Allan reverently, and he did.
And when he appeared at his native
town few months after that, surely
returned warrior never Wanted such
interesting mementoes Of his expert
ence abroad! For when he left the
train, just at dusk, four neat-appear-
Ing, happyfaced children, ranging
from four to twelve years, accompa-
MED him.
"Allan Barker and family" was the
way he registered the strange group,
and the hotel landlord stared, and his
motherly wife took charge of the lit
tie ones us though they were her own,
when she learned that they were all
that was left of a Belgian peasant
family.
1--WE simply adopted the four.
That's my share. I'm thinking of the
forlorn orphan refugees. I'm lucky
having quite snug sum to care for
thcm," advised Allan proudly.
ooh, isn't it just like you, Allan Bar
ker and no one else!" enthused the
sympathetic lady. "You were always
good and grand at heart, for all YOUR
wild ways"
II wonder If dad will echo that SEN
timent?" said Allan. "Tm on the look.
out for a mother for those little ones,
and think know where to go to find
her. Then there's home needed.
I'm going to report To dad and find
out how he feels about it,"
well, you've come back, l See" was
the greeting Allan received as he stood
before his father for the first time in
five years.
"fhe bad penny returned-yes
dad!" laughed Allan. "See here, YOU
know you're not sorry. for all that
scowling face you're putting on. Come.
father. shake hands and say so. I've
come to stay, If you'll let me, with nv
four little ones"
'Your what!"
LET me tell you story" and Allan
did. 1t involved the heroic resolve of
Il down-and-outer reformed newborn
courage. the impulse of bravery. the
final determination of worthy soul
to indeed redeem the wasted past and
provide for the broken lives of four
little homeless waits. And at its end
John Barker broke down and buried
his face in his hands and cried like n
little child.
Yes. it's home for all of you" he
said. Home! What won't it seem aft.
er these lonely years! And you must
find II mo her for them, Allan
Tive planned to arrange that" oh.
served Allan, glancing at his watch as
casually as though bent on some
trivial errand. 'Ill see Bertha and LEI
you know what she says" and the
news he brought back an hour later
convinced John Barker that the future
was to he a golden one for all con.
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