Show the rose and the story book I 1 by FREDERICK CLARKE i 1 we western News newspaper union A lonely hoi binau paused tit arut of a new hank building nu bei tile the cron crowds Ws enter end and depart alth a token of dou doll antor in III nm weary lary ees ces old id men d mien oung ladles indies and little litile baldi 1 I i nil shattering and happ babi pit il III bi me de desks aks ant anil counters loa dittl with vath a dinall fortune in carri anous at ai d ri 10 Up ening pening day llew ii w tiam gi 91 ing soulie Irs fell upon UK irs of i the lie friendless man As nisi his turn anie anic to 10 fuce face it i counter he wits handed out a beautiful rose married was mas all the floral distria had asked abe man had bad nodded sadly any children he be was asked a as he passed a second counter the man aan gave a start as it waking up and a pretty picture book was handed him carrying both in a half dazed HK lie he crossed the streets street sat down on oil a doorstep and ills his eyes fixed on the two souvenirs he seemed to lap up lulo a profound day dream twenty four months previously lie ha bud bad been john dunbar inventor in tills this town toan a delicate sensitive man impracticable as to butil business liess devoting ills his lite lie to the completion of 0 an invention that had bad been its one dream working on the perfection of hai hl model slid and then waiting tor for capital kno knoring Ning only how to think and notto not to work his resources had dind dwindled diddled led away and his bis fatter father la law judge graham tern and mp marelle relle had come to him one ode day give up your idle dreaming and go gc to work like a roan man he be had said if you dont there will te be EL a home for or my daughter and her child little ruth rath with me lite but you must shift tor for your self elf there were no reproaches reproach eq from gentle loving ethel his hia wife but the inventor sought work unskilled wage and position offered were to him degrading lie he wrote a brief note to his wife go home holve to your father it ran 1 I have given up my dream I 1 must give up nil 30 you it and lid the child your father can have the patent I 1 cannot face humiliation and defeat among my equals I 1 am a coward jolin john dunbar had heard of a wonderful silver mine in mexico he went there worked like a peon and at the end of a year hired an overseer to send ills his earnings to his wife latr lafr he found that they had never reached her he worked a second year the tha mine was flooded with a bare he be escaped with his life he started for home on the way he be was robbed of his little earnings earning sand and now he had bad landed I 1 in II 11 bf his s native natie ON town n a pauper all that I 1 have in the world he said bitterly regarding the two bank souvenirs two years exile and these why not A sudden resolution had bad seized him unrecognized and as a a stranger he threaded breaded old familiar thoroughfares finally reaching the last home be had known anoa it an inquiry conveyed to him that strangers occupied the house the dunmars Dun bars the husband had bad gone away the wife and child had moved to her fathers home the judge had died a year since mrs dunbar was living at such and such a place it was almost dusk when the refugee reached a neat cottage set in the midst ot of a rare garden the table was set tor for three he fie wondered at that softly on OIL tiptoe he be advanced into the apartment beside the plate at the head bead of the table john dunbar placed the rose at the tiny tray near to a childs familiar high chair he be laid the little picture book and withdrew then mother and child entered the room oh mumma mamma look look cried the tha little one eagerly taking up the book ethel dunbar was dressed in mourning who brought them mamma and why asked little ruth oh how pretty it must have been some neighbor dearle dearie said her mother in a dreamy tone some neighbor who knew who knew what mamma the curious litle one it Is 1 just two years tonight since your dear father was lost to wit u sall said the mother and her voice bolec la in a low son sob wont he ever come back again mamma asked we will hope and pray for it my child answered ethel alway hig hia place shall be ready for him ethel had bad broken down utterly in her ter pretty way any the child wai tr ing to comfort her john dunbar tole stoic into the room and seated ahlm himself elf at he table ethel my child he be sald III one la in a daze 1 I oni am here I 1 bare on oil back empty handed only the atie rose the poor little picture book 2 loving arms were about ithac in hands holding his bronzed own iii at 4 1 I kissing them and a voice of rare lin berness der ness was saying you vou hay brought yourself it Is all WB irp nii n ii fill all we w e need sly ily husband oh my ill husband when john dunbar learned later on that the hue cottage wa A a called ile Ife hearts arts content he did not marvel the patent bad been placed in practical hands bands by ethel after her frit frittier lier died she was now receiving 6 lihr liber at al royalty upon it the factory employing it needed just such a tit cinn an 84 a the inventor so john dunbar who hall had triin front from his fellows like a wounded inird came into his bis own |