Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-05-13
The Rose and the
Story Book
20, 1871, Western Newspaper Umon.J
BY FREDERICK CLARKE

WIFI token or uuJ interest In his
weary eyes. Old men and women,
young ladies' and little children, all
chattering and happy. passed by the
desks and counters loaded with
small fortune in carnations aud roses.
.Opening day"-''new bank"--"giv.
souvenirs fell upon the ears Of
~riendless man. AS his turn came
To face a counter he was handed out
beautiful rose.
"Marredf' was all the floral distrib.
utor had asked The man had nodded
sadly. ANY childrenT" he was asked
as he passed second counter The
man gave n start as II waking up,
and pretty picture book was handed
him. Carrying both In half dazed
way. he crossed the street. sat down
on doorstep, and, his eyes fixed on
the two souvenirs, he seemed To lapse
into a profound day dream.
TweDty-four months previously he
had been John Dunbar, inventor, tl
this same town. delicate. sensitive
man. impracticable as To business, de
voting his life to the complexion of an
invention that had been its one dream.
Working on the perfection of his
model and then waiting for capital,
knowing only how to think and not To
work. his resources had dwindled
away and his father-il-law, Judge
Graham, stern and marciless, had
come TO him one day
Give up your idle dreaming and
SO TO work Ike man." he had said.
IF you don't, there will lie home for
my daughter and her child, little Ruth,
with me, but you must shift for your
self"
There were no reprOaches from
gentle, loving Ethel, his wife, hut the
inventor sought work. Unskilled,
wage and position offered were to him
degrading. lie wrote brief note to
his wife.
Go home to your father" II ran. 81
have given up my dream, | must give
up you and the child. Your father
can have the patent. | cannot face
humiliation and defeat among my
equals. ] am coward"
John Dunbar had heard of won
derful silver mine In Mexico. He
went there, worked like peon and at
the end of year hired an Overseer
TO send his earnings to his wife. Later
he found that they had never reached
her. He worked second year. The
mine was flooded. With bare $500
he escaped with his life. He started
for home On the way he was robbed
of his little earnings, and now he had
landed In his native town---a pauper
IAN that have in the world he
said bitterly, regarding the two bank
sOuvenirs-"two years exile, and
these = Why not?"
A sudden resolution had seized him.
Unrecognzed and as stranger he
threaded old familiar thoroughfares,
finally reaching the hast home he had
known.
An inquiry conveyed to him that
strangers occupied the house. The
Dunbars? The husband had gone
away, the wife and child had moved
to her fathers home. The judge had
died year since. Mrs. Dunbar was
lNiHE at sum sum Bih'''
1t was almost dusk when the refu-
gee reached neat cottage set In the
mlds1 of rare garden.
The table was set for three. lie
wondered at that. Softly, on tlptoe.
he advanced into the apartment. Be
side the plate at the head OF the table
John Dunbar placed the rose At the
tiny tray near to n childs familiar
high chair he laid the little picture
book and withdrew. Then mother and
child entered the room.
ooh, mamma, look look !" cried the
little one eagerly, taking up the book
Ethel Dunbar was dressed in mourn
ing.
"who brought them. mamma. and
why?" asked little Ruth. "Oh, how
prctty!"
at must have been some neighbor,
dearie," said her mother in dreamy
tone. "some nc,ghbor who knew"
"Who knew what, mammal pressed
the curious little one,
III is just two years tonight since
your dear father was lost 10 us, said
the mother, and her voice DIED away
In low sob.
won't he ever come back again,
mamma? ?" asked Ruth.
"We will hope and pray for It, my
child" answered Ethel. always his
place shall be ready for him"
Ethel had broken down utterly. In
her pretty way the child was trying
10 comfort her John Dunbar stole
into the room and seated himself at
the table.
"Cthcl-my child" he said, like one
In da2e. 81 am here, have come
back empty-handed. Only the rose
the poor little picture book
Loving arms were about him, tiny
hands holding his bronzed own and
kissing them, and n voice of rare ten
derness was saying: "You have
Arought y0urself--it is all we ask, all
we need. My husband, oh, my hus'
band ~
When John Dunbar learned later on
that the Nile cottage was called