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Show DICKENS MADE A COLONIST For Forty-five Years His Son Toiled In the Australian Bush. Forty-five years ago a keen, pleas-ant pleas-ant faced man In a green velvet waistcoat waist-coat might have been seen on the platform at Waterloo Station, London. At his side was a young fellow of 20, his face flushed with emotion. "Gocdby, my boy, and God bless you," spoke the elder man. "Do your duty and keep up your" pluck." The young man thought of all the good times he had had with his father of all the wonderful talks, and games, and journeys they had enjoyed together he and the best, the kindest father In all the world the tears sprang to his eyes. The two gripped hands again and the train steamed away. And that night England and London and Rochester and Gad's ! Hill were shut out for forty-five years while the young man worked and dreamed and hoped in the Aus- ! tralian bush. The elder man was ' Charles Dickens the younger was his son. Alfred Tennyson Dickens, god-son of the poet laureate. Forty-five years passed. And then one morning Alfred Tennyson Dickens, Dick-ens, no longer young, but with white hair, arrived in his native London. I |
