Show the rose and the story book by FREDERICK CLARKE 1921 wt new union A euliel lu lui liel irly honi cless dinall paused in III frolia rot it if L new liew link bu brilling illing and gitil tin tile crowds enter and depart M altti lilt a toden or if dou interest in ili tits ills weary eyes tf old men woi ell ladles little children fill all aind liaci lia iI based by the flit de tin aina counters imidee with etli it dinall fortune in carnations and robes ii nang atly nw new banal div ing IHK salu eners fell upon nion tile tho cars of the lie fil endless nan inan As its ills turn anine to lo fuce at a eo utiler lie wits thiis handed out tl lien it if i I 1 rose rest flurried inn K all tile llie floral dla trib titor lind iad the nian hud had nodded eidly any children lie ang asked st is 4 lie passed it second counter tim the inan inai gave it OB as it if waking up and a pretty picture book was handed blin carrying both in it a halt half dazed way ay lie irr tossed ossed tile llie street sat down on fit and ami fixed till mi ilie ali two to tic lie s smiled to lapse into it profound tiny dream twenty four months lie licul lit been lintn jolin john dunbar inventor in ill tills this mime town ton a delicate as to lo bubil devoting tits ills life tu to the completion cornide tion of nt un till invention that had been its ww one th ili vain cain working vork ing on oil tile lie perfection of his amwel and then walthin for capi capital till knowing artly how to th lienk ink and not notto to work ills resources had dwindled away any arid lila his father la law judge graham batern and merciless iner elless antl coue conic to him one day alny give ave up tip your idle dreaming earning di ond go to work like a nian man lie hp flit tind sald it if you dont diore there will te a fionin for my lily daughter and lier her child little with tile me lut ut you inist for aur 1 rel f i thure were rio no reproaches front froin gantle loving arthel ills 1118 wife hut but tile inventor work urk unskilled wage and position of offered fereti were to him degrading ile he wrote it brief note to his wife go borne to your sour father it t ran 1 I have glien up my dream I 1 must give up ni you sou und flip child your father ran min have the patent I 1 cannot face humiliation and aifong ablong my illy equals I 1 bm am a coward john dunbar lind had heard of a wonderful silver mine in mexico ile he went there worked like a peon and nt at tile the end of a year hired tin nn overseer to send fiend ills earnings to his wife rater later lie found that they had never ncr reached her ile he worked a second year the mine wasi was flooded a bare a he be escaped with tits his life ile he at started ted for home hoine on oil the way he was robbed obb ed of his little carnin earnings gsand and now h he e I 1 had ia 1 I landed in I 1 town a pai pauper jiller all that I 1 have lit in tile the world lie said aid bitterly regarding the two hank souvenirs two years yearb exile und and wily why not A resolution had seized hint him unrecognized and as a st stranger rangel lie threaded air ad ed old fai familiar nillar finally reaching the lost last halile lia had anen an inquiry conveyed convened to him blin clial strangers occupied the house the atie the hush find had bad j gono oil away tile wife and child lind moved to her fai gaithers hoine the judge had a year since mrs airs dunbar wits was living at such anti and sucha such a place it was almost dusk duk when tile refugee reached a neat cottage set in ill the lie midst of a n rare tile table was bet act for three lie wondered at that hint softly on oil tiptoe he advanced into tile apartment tallent upside the plato plate nt at of tile the table john dunbar edilie rose at tile lie tiny tray araj near to n chillis child familiar high chair calr lie ho laid the little picture book anti anil withdrew then mother find child entered the room oil oh lun lu ninia look looka I 1 look I 1 cried tile the little ono eagerly up tip tile he hool hook etbel dunbar was arm dressed sed in alnet 1 who brought them mamma and wily why asked little ianth oil liow how p pret ret I 1 lyl y it must have been some neighbor od earle said baad her mother in a drearily dreamy tone some s oilie neighbor va knew who knew what margina ni annna the hp curious burlou ittle ono it Is ig just two years y chro tonight since i your benir father avas as lost w to os MS I 1 sald bald tile mother mot lier and her ber bolce died away in a low bob wont he ever conic come buck back again llna ruma askild billith we will lioce and pray for it my hlll abild 11 answered athel always Alf tays his 1119 9 place shall be ready for him eithfl abe had broken down utterly in lier pretty war hay the child was trying in 10 coi comfort her jolin john dunbar stole atola into the room and r seated himself at il ille table 1 Ithel my child I 1 he said mid like one in it 1 I 1 am here her I 1 liae come coma hack only the he ros HIP ahe ioor little picture book lovane arrum arius were about him tiny bunds holding his bronit Vil own and ks 1 ling and a voice of rare len en ilar aam wa saying savins you have brought yourself lt it I 1 Is nil we ask nil all we w need my ily husband huh hu band oil oh my iny lius hus brind I 1 when join dunbar later on that tile the ahr lilt cottage coleb c was called hearts carts content ike be did not marvel marcel tte the patent had bad been placed in arne necal hands by ethel after her father filed she was wag now receiving ft a lher nt nl royalty upon it cac irbe factory em cloying it led just such it a man inan sill ai the inventor so rii jol jolin n dunber who filid from froin tits fellows fel lifts like ilka ek a wounded bird came into tits ls own |