The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1919-11-19
BY VICTOR REDcLIFFE
''You will give her up7"

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1t was sweet and soothing the SOL
ace he received from the bride Of nm
hour. The very fact Of his great sac
rifice Of home, position, iheirship, en-
deared him double fold to the modest,
unassuming girl who was ready and
willing to 60 hungry, roofiess, accept
the heaviest burdens. OF toll SO that
she had him, by her side. s. 4,
\ Reuben Merely. though now recov-
with his independe lent nephew. AS to
Lois, no claims Of preference held her
! to her native village. Her aunt cared
for them In her humble way during
I the week that they devoted to mapping
ont their future. Walton had no trade
or profession but he had done some
! clerical work for his uncle and was
!; capable of filling the position Of the
i average Office clerk. There was an
old friend Of his dead father named
John Allen, who operated large man
/ ufacturing plant at a town called Lup-
ton. Walton left Lois with her aunt,
to be received at Lupton with full
consideration and the kindly tender OF
a position in the bookkeeping depart
ment of the great works. as
Just as Walton was looking around
Z for modest living quarters, at criti-
4 cal moment he saved the two little
children of the wealthy manufactures
from sure death In an automobile &C
cident but sustained the serious In
Jury of q broken arm, and the attend
ing surgeon told him that he would
not be able to use his right hand for
year to come. ~ "a
i, II have sent for your wife on my
sown Initiative" Mr.. Allen told Wal
ton, as he lay under hospital care. y
have also planned to show my lasting
gratitude toward you In a way that
cannot offend your sense of the fitness
y,cf things. You have probably noticed
that little oasis Of house and garden
at the edge OF the mill site. It was
where! j and my family passed the
Shappiest year Of our lives. I am going
to Ak up the place and rent 1t to you
at a nominal price" rs
"But shall be unable to pay for.it,
demonstrated Walton.
$50? Hardly. You may not be In a
condition to do any Office work but, II
you will accept 1t, you shall become
our night Waterman. Ten to five you
make hourly rounds of the signal
boxes and see that all is safe. And II
I do not mistake, that charming little
wife of yours will not be too proud 10
sit in the timekeeper's office at seven,
twelve, one and five and keep tab on
the incomings and outgoings OF the
workmen."
"Oh. this is ideal!' exuberated Lois.
when two weeks later they were in-
stalled In the home John Allen had no
generously. provided. It was in the
enchanting garden surrounding the
house that they passed many hours OF
the day, restoring its former brightness
as far as they, could. Mr.. Allen died
and they lost q good friend but his
son-in-law, who succeeded to the bNsi-
ness, accepted the old provision made
for the Blairs as sort of obligation
of honor, and for five years the happy
and contented married pair remained
on duty in their respective positions.
ID; A little golden haired cherub came
to them and the pretty home became
haven Of delight when Dorothy was
old enough to get around. 1t was Just
after her fourth birthday when there
was a collision on the trolley line that
ran directly past the house. Several
were injured, among them an old man
who with the others was carried Into
the Blair home, which afforded the
nearest shelter. It was found that he
was only stunned. When he recovered
consciousness he was lying on a collch
and little Dorothy, whose father and
Another were away at the time, was
tanning him and looking startled, but
SOLICITORS.
"Who are your Whose house is
this?" The old man almost frightened
Dorothy by starting up suddenly and
fixing his eyes upon a framed photo
graph on the wall. "Who are. your"
he asked more gently, scanning the
child's face closely.
II am Dorothy Blair" replied the
little one, ."and mamma and papa are
away. and that picture you stare at
SO is Uncle Reuben. who is going to
come and see me some day, papa
says" III.
re .He has come already, dear child!"
pronounced Reuben Merely In broken
tones, and he was holding the little
one on his lap when Walton Blair en-
tered the room.
Reuben Morley, though now recov-
cred, still fingered, and when he went on
his way it was all arranged that they
were to come to his home and stay
there permanently, and cheer the life
Of the lonely old man with sunshine
Of tenderness and love.