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Full Title	Hearth and Home, v. XXXI, no. 9, Old Series no. 439, December 1915.
Date Added	9 January 2014
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1915-12
Publisher	Augusta, Me. : P.O. Vickery
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Topic	Augusta (Me.) > Newspapers. Popular literature > Specimens.
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Disclaimers	Disclaimer of Liability Disclaimer of Endorsement

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H AND HOME, Augusta, Maine It had not been easy for John eons Sr., to select his Christmas-gifts although his old wife and one or two Serv: through bookstores, where handsomely bound. _yalumes of story = -writers, philoso- phers and poets layed on every counter: through brilliantly lighted jewelry- stores, where precious stones gleamed softly against backgrounds of rich velvet; through the perfumed shop of the Aorist, where deli- cate blossoms from famot greenhouses breathed forth a fragrance that gave the lie to the bitter wind and swirling snow out- side. ~ With each he had a generous check, but always with an unsatisfied feeling that he was paying for something he did not e to have. into a shop whose w displayed an at- tractive lot of toys for small boys, and he had sect from its almost endless store of wagons, wonderful animals and ear- splitting “wind instruments,”’ a zed tin horn, costing him only twenty-five ce This had given him more entlataction than any purchase he had made for many times that amount. The other parcels he had ordered deliv- ered, but this he had carried himself, as though it were something too precious to be trusted to other hands. unwrapped before the big, old-fashioned fireplace where at, as soon as he had come in from the storm-swept street. As he held it up where the red gleam of the firelight was’ caught on its rounded surface, a look of surprise swept over the gentle old “W John, you never bought thatt! surely, ‘they handed you someone else’s pur- No,” 6 said, his | face growing suddenly tender, “t bows ht it. wife, with a woman's quick instinct, atvined the reason. She stepped nearer him and laying her hand orf his arm, looked at him i pleading ‘eyes, saying: “But why, father?"} It was ‘the first time she had called him father for a decade past, and there was a pitiful break in the old man’s voice as he re- “T bought {t for a memory, mother.” That was the first time in ten years he had called her mother, and at ines sound of the name, she too, gav ere way, womantlike, Ioantng her head on his arm, and sobbing out a grief that hat ater stolen, the roses from her cheeks and the light from. her e708 8 as the years had gone by. The old around her, lover-fashion, While’ his Shand ently stroked her soft white hair. “There, there, mother’ dear.” The boy’s not dead. I'll find him yet for you, if I have to hunt the world over. I was to blame,”’ he said, with such infinite regret in his voice that the old wife reached up and drew his head down to her face and whispered: “Don't take it so, father, I know you thought you were doing the best for the boy when you sent him away to do or die on his own account, and somehow I feel to-night, as I have never felt before, that he may be found.” As she spoke, something in her ‘ones made him feel that at last his wife forgiven him entirely for the ‘eckioa | w Montene ten years before, had robbed her of her only child. Always before this he felt through all her gentle and kindly care for him, that tucked away somewhere in the silent re- cesses of her being there was just a little bit- terness against him for the childless state he had brought upon her. But now that he, himself, had come to repent it, he knew be- yond a doubt that the last drop of that bit- terness had been swallowed up in a gricf grown sweet from being shared. Tle sat down in his great armchair and looked up with misty eyes at his wife. “You're right, mother, I did think it best. I would rather have seen him dea than worthless, and I wif he had worth, he would conquer himself and rise Without my aid, more of a man than with it. She put her arm around his neck and patted his cheek, “Jfe has risen somewhere, father, I know it. Ife could not be your son and fail,” she sald, the loyalty and love of a lifetime light- ing her face with a soft radiance, Ile took up the tin horn from the table where he had Jaid it, and fondled it as if it were fraught wit mories, instead of morely recalling them. ‘s ten years since ho left,"’ he said, “what a man he must be now—thirty-one night. t I was thinking, when I bought this, of the time when he was a little [Copyright All rights reserved} neaeleey 5 mn BY MAGLYN It was this that he- A FAR CRY DUPREE yellow hatred toddler, and almost drove us wild with just such a horn as this at Christ- mas-time,’ She took the hom from him, and looking n dreamily at it, s: “We'll keep this, father; maybe Jack’s boy will some day make these old walls ring with it at Christmas-time as pe made them ring, himself, so many years 7 “God grant that he’ may! i “said the old man. “Do you remember, mother, how he used to come chasing down the street after me when I would start off to my work in the ing?"” 8 101 is * “Yes, and how you would pick him up and carry him back to me,” she said. “And do you remember the time we came near losing him, the day he ran away to hunt you in the Finally, he had been lured city?’ “Who that saw you then could 1 forget it; mother?” and he took her hand in id drew her down to the chair beside him. They sat dang’ inb hand in the Sitenco, given over to voiceless mories of the past, onl; the ‘ticking of the old clock keeping en ac- companiment to their dreams of other Christmas eves. They were sitting thus an hour later when a servant opened the door and said respectfully: neteere is a telephone call for Mr. Wel- E "Ean you answer it, Mary?” the old man asked, loath to leave his comfortable chair and his dreams. “No, sir. Itis espectaly for you. A long- distance call, I t “Who the dence wants to talk to me from a distance?” Ite said, as he rose and went to the telephone in the hall. “Tello, who is this?’ picked up the receiver, Wellington.” “A party in Chicago wants to talk to you,” said the long-distance operator. ~ “All right, put him up, Who in thunder do I know in Chicago?” he ejaculated to "" he asked, as h “Yes, this is John »bimself, pressing the receiver closer to his ear, peculiar wailing sound was all he peard. qd a puzzled expression crept over face, “*Talk a-little louder. I can't understand a thing you are saying,” and he listened more intently. The wailing grew a little louder, but still it was nothing but an exactly like a mewling infant. I don't know what you are saying.” Then a man’s laugh was heard, followed by “A merry Christmas, father! You know exactly what he sounds like, but you don’t know what he is saying,” and there was an- other laugh, ringing, joyful, as in his boy-| T! hood days, and the old man “new he had found his oe “Jack, my boy, .is that you?” he shouted, staggered by the unexpected joy, of his sudden “None other, father, but what you first heard was another Jack, the second Jack Wellington, Jr. “He has just arrived, and command of English is somewhat lim- ited, but he was doing his best to introduce | T: himself, and invite you and Qeandme to Christmas dinner with him, an “O Jack, Jack! where hie you been all these years?” sobbed the old man, “Catch the Lake Shore Limited to-night, father, bring mother with you, and I'll tell you all about it when you get here. You’ve got time. You seo, father, I’ve kept track f you and mother all along. I wasn’t going to let Anything happen to my old folks, — and—' ‘here was a catch in his voice, “I have got the right kind of a report to make, father. Never fear that. The old man could scarcely contain him- self as he listen ig the receiver closer and closer on his e oe as though he feared some bit of the precious news might escape him. Then he shouted: f Alt right, son, we're coming on the next train.” Ife left the receiver dangling on the wall, and’started on a run to the room here his wife sat, shouting as he went: ‘Mother, mother, it’s Jack—our boy. Get ready, mother. .I'm going to have a cab here in twenty minutes to catch the train for Chee She had risen with a wild mn her face, and had started to ques- tion him, but he shook his head, gaving: “No, no, Til explain Jater. Not got timo now. We're going to spend. Christmas with Jack and his boy.’ Ife started for the "phone again, and then dashed back, ex- claiming: “Pack the tin horn if you don't pack another thing. Any child that can cry loud cnouen to bo heard all the way from Chicago ought to have breath enough to blow that horn,” and he dashed again to the *phone to order a cab. fh Agents, $60a Week ‘We want Spoctal A Asents t to. travel Dy auto- 300 Candie. Power Outdoor Can’t explofe. Can't set ‘Burns in all kinds of weath- roof, bug proof. For wucksters, plumbers, erybody needs it. = FREE This. Auto. ‘We furnish each representative with an automobile ABSOLUTELY FREE, This i 4s no selling co! here one person Anybody can get {Ro free autos Waite for Particulars. THOMAS MFG. 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