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The ittle
Orphan
A glow of red came into the cheelcs
of Hope that made me ashamed of
my remark. I thought she looked
lovelier in her pretty 'blue morning
gown, covering a broad expanse of
crinoline, than ever before.
"And you've both got to come and
hear me sing to -night at the churoh,"
said she. wouldn't have agreed to
• i
sing f I had not thought you were
to be here."
We made ourselves at 'home, a$ we
were most happy to do, and that af-
ternoon I went down town to present
to Mr. Greeley the letter that David
13rower had given me.
CHAPTER XXIX
I came down Broadway that after-
noon aboard a big white amnibus,
that drifted slowly in a tide of many
vehicles. Those days there were a
goodly show of trees on either side
of that thoroughfare — elms, .with
here and there a willow, a sumach or
a mountain ash. The walks were
thronged with handsome people —
dandies with high hats and flaunting
neckties and swinging canes—beanti-
ful women, each covering a broad
circumference of the pavement, with
a *one of crinoline that swayed :over
dainty feet. From Grace church down
it was much of the same thing we see
new, with a more, ra:gged sky line.
Many of the great ,buildings, of White
and red saudstone, had 'then appear-
ed, but theLstreet was largely in the
possession of small shops — oyster
houses, bookstores and the like. Not
until I neared the sacred temple' :of
the Tribune did I feel a proper sense
of my own littleness. There was the
fountain of all that wisdom which
had been read aloud and heard with
reverence in our household since a
time I could but :dimly remember.
There sat the prophet who had given
us so much ---his genial views of life
and government, his hopes, his fears,
his mighty wrath at the prospering
of cruelty- and injustice,
"I would like -to see Mr. Horaee
Greeley," I said, rather timidly, at
the counter.
"Walk right up those stairs and
turn to the left," said a clerk, as he
opened. a gate for me.
Ascending. I mer a big man com-
ing .down, hurriedly, 'and with heavy
steps. We stood dodging. each other
a moment with that unfortunate co-
ordination of purpose 41lell sometimes
encounter When passing each other,.
Suddenly the !big man stopped in the
iniddle of the stairway ,and held both
of his hands Whore this head:
"In God's namel y,o-ung man!" said
he, '4fake your choice,"
He spqke in a high, squeaky voice
that out me with the sharpness of its
irritation. I went on past him and en-
tered an open door near the -top •of
the stairway, .
"Is Mr. Horace Greeley in?" I in-
quired of a young man who sat read-
ing papers.
"Back sdon," said he, without look-
ing up. "Take a ch.air."
In a little while I heard the same
heavy feet ascending the stairway two
Steps ,at a time, Then the man I had
Met Came hurriedly in -to the room.
"This is Mr. Greeley," said the
young man who was ',reading.,
. The, great editor turned and looked
,at me through .gold rimmod spec-
tacles. I gave him my letter out of a
tremblin.g hand. He removed it from
the, envelbpe and beld it close to his
big, -kindly, smooth -'shaven face,
There was a fringe of. 'silky, silver
hair, streakedwith yellow, -about the
lower part of his head from temple to
temple. It also encircled -his throat
'from under hi S collar. His cheeks
were Rill and fair 'as a lady's, with
rosy spots in them and a Sew freckles
about his nose. He laughed as he fin-
ished reading the letter.
"Are you Dave Brower's 'boy?" he
asked in a drawling falsetto, looking
at me out of grey eyes an:d smiling
with good humor.
"13y adoption," I answered.
"He was an almighty good rassler,"
he said, deliberately, as he looked
again at the letter.
"What do you want to :do?" he
asked abruptly.
"Want to work on the Tribune," I
answered. •
"Good Lordl" he said. "I can't hire
everybody." . .
I tried to think of some argument,
but what wifh looking at the :great
man before me, and answering his
questions arvd maintaining a decent
show' of dignity, 1 hae enough, to 'do.
".Da yofi,....-reatt•-de ,Tiribune.?" he
asked.'
'Read it .eyei since 1 ,can remem-
'ibsetirrati
:W"lOn?"at
Kid -you think .of the a dmin=
"Lot of dough ifacesr I answered,
as I saw .he reoognired his
own phrase. He sat a moment tap-
ping the desk with his penholder.
"There's so many liars here in New
York," he said, "there ought tb be
room for an honest man. How are
the crops?"
'Fair," 1 ns w ered. "Big crop of
boys every year." •
"And now you're :trying to find a
market," he remarked.
"Want to have you try them," I
answered.
said he, very seriously,
turning to his desk that name up to
,his :chin as he sat beside it, "go and
write me an article about rats."
'"Would you advise—," I started to
say, When he interrupted
.,"The man that gives advice • is., a
bigger. fool than, the, man that takes
'it," he ,fleered impatiently. "^Go and
do your' :hest!" .
Before ,he had given. me this in-
junttion he had' :dipped Jfis pen and
begun to write 'hurriedly. If I 'ha:r1
known that, while he had been talk:
ing to me, that tireless mind of his
had isummoned,liim to its - seivice. I
Went -out, in high spirits, and sat
down a. moment on one of the
'benches in the little park near by, to
think it all .over, He was going to
measure my judgment, my skill as a
writer—my resources. "Rats," I said
to mYself thoughtfully. I had read
mu -ch about them. They infested the
ships, they overran the wharves, they
traversed the sewers. An inspiration
came to me. I started -for the water
front, asking my way every !block or
two. 'Near the East River I met a
policeman—a big, 'husky, good heart -
"Can you tell me," I said, "who can
ed Irishman.
give me information about rats?"
"Rats?" he repeated. "What d' ye
wan' t' know about thim?"
"Everything," 1 said. "They've just
given me a job on the New York
Tribune," I added proudly.
Ie smiled good natureilly. He had'
looked through Inc at a•,,glance. '
'Just say •Tribnnet'" 'he. said. "ye
AND, while were still in a fanciful mood, let's
suppose he has suddenly become seriously ill—
Then, imagine yourself to 'be in financial difficulties
—your income, never more than $900.00 a year, has
ceased altogether because the factory has shut down
temporarily.
You think your little boy may be dying—the doctor
orders you to rush with him to the Hospital for Sick
Children -- you learn it's Pneumonia of the most
serious type-- that serums alone will cost over $400.00,
to say nothing of the special graduate nursing and
expert medical attention required, nor of the cost of
hospitalization itself.
Could you be turned away because of this? There
is only one answer to this question. It has been the
answer of the Hospital for Sick Children for 63 years—
a youngster's real need for hospital care and medical
attention is the only ticket of admission required.
Race, creed or financial circumstances are not consid-
ered. We know the people of Ontario want it that
way.
This Hospital has met every emergency which has
developed during the 63 years of its existence. It is
7-HOSPITL. FOR
famous throughout the civilized world for the success
and efficiency of its medical and nursing staffs and
for the low cost at which it is operated.
And who pays for this humanitarian work? The
doctors give their time absolutely free. The Ontario
Government pays 60c per patient per day and the
patient or the patient's municipality pays $1.75 on the
same basis. That leaves over $1.00 per patient per day
of bare cost for which we must appeal annually to
humane and generous citizens. This Hospital does
NOT share in the funds collected by the Federation
for Community Service because patients are adrriitted
from all over Ontario.
This year, over $83,000.00 is rieeded. That means
over ten thousand donations if they were to average
$8.00 each—or over twenty thousand averaging $4.00.
Certainly, a staggering total! So, please make your
gift as large as you possibly can. If you cannot afford
more—remember that even a dollar bill helps pay
for the care of somebody's baby.
Kindly mail your donation to the Appeal Secretary,
67 College Street, Toronto. We cannot afford to use
any of our much-needed revenue for canvassers or other
organized effort to collect money.
,
SICK C ILDREN
67 COLLEGE STREET, TORONTO
don't -have t' say''New York Tribune'
here. •Coard along tvi' in.e."
He took me to a dozen or, more of
the dock masters.
"Give 'irn a lift, my hearty," .he
said to the first' of them. "ne's a
green hand."
I have never forgotten the kindness
of ° that Irishman, who 1, came to
know well in good time. Remember-
ing that day and others I always
greeted him with A hearty ,"God ,bless
the Irish!" every time I passed him,
and he would answer, "Amen; an'
save yer riverince."
He did not leave me until I was on
my way home loaded with fact and.
fable. and ,good :dialect with a savor
of the sea in .it,
Hope and Uncle Eb were sitting
-together in his room when I re-
turned.
"Guess I've got a jo'b," I said, try-
ing to be very .cool about it.
"A jab!" said Hope eagerly, as she
:rose. "Where?"
"With Mr. Horace Greeley," I an-
swered, my voice lbetray.ing my ex-
citement. . -
"Jerusalem!" said. Uncle Eb. it
possible?"
"That's grand I" nit! liope. "Tell
us about it."
Th'en I told them of my interview
with :the great editor and of what I
had -done since,
"Ye :done wonderful!" :said Uncid
Eb and Hope showed quite as mach
pleasure in her own sweet way.
I was for going to nty room and
beginning to write at once, 'buf Hope
said it a' a S time to be getting' ready
for dinner.
When we came doNvn at half after
six we were presented to our host
and the guests of the evening—hand-
some men and women in full dress—
and youn.g Mr. Livingstone was
among -them. I felt rather 'cheap in
01y frock coat, although I had.
thought it grand enough for any-
body bn the ,day of my graduation.
Dinner announ ced, the gen Heinen
rose and offered escort to the ladies,
and Hope and Mrs. Fuller relieved
our embarrassment by con -ducting
us to our seats—women are, $o deft
in those little .difficulties. Tlie dinner
was not more formal than that ,pf
every evening in the Puller home—
for its master was a rich , man of
some refinement of taste—and not at
all comparable to the s'pletidid: hospi-
tality one may see everY at *the
ta'ble of a modern millio.naire. But it
did seem very wonderful,t* us, then,
with its fine mannered servants, its
Rowers, its abundant silver. Hope
had written mu.ch to her mother of
She details :of <deportment at John
Fuller's table, and Elizabeth 'had -del-
icately imparted to us the things we
ought to know. We behaved well, I
have since been told, although we got
credit for poorer appetites thae we
possessed. 'Uncle Eb took no chances
and refused everything that :had ' h
look of mystery an,d a suggestion of
peril, drop -ping a droll remark, be-
thnes, that sent -a ripple of amuse-
ment around the table.
John Trumbull sat opposite nee,
and even filen I felt a 'curious interest
in him ---a big, full bearded man.
quite six feet tall, his skin and eyes
dark, his hair iron -gray, his , voiee
deep like David's. I 'could not get
over the impression that I had seen
him before -_.a feeling I have had of-
ten, facing- men I could never possibly have met. Nci word came opt of
his firm mouth listless he were ad-
clresFed, and then all in hearing list-
ened to the little he had to say: it
was never more than some very sim-
ple reinark, in his face and form and
voice there was abundant heraldry of
rugged power and 'ox -like vitality. :I
have seen a bronze he -ad of Daniel
Webster Which, with a full blonde
:beard and an aMple covering of grey
hair would have given one a 'fairly
perfect idea. of the look of John
Trumbull. Imagine it on a tall, and
powerful body and let it speak with a
voice that has in it the deep and
musical vibration one• may hear in
the looing of an ox and you shall see,
as perfectly as my :feeble words can
help you to do, this remarkable man
who must, hereafter, play before you
his part—compared to Which mine is
as the prattle of a child—in . this
drama af God's truth. ,
"You have not heard," said .Mrs.
Fuller ad -dressing me, "how ,Mr.
Trumbull saved Hope's life."
"Saved Hopes lifer I exclaimed.
"Saved her life," she repeated,
••'`there isn't a :d:oulbt of it, We never -
sent ,word of it for fear if would give
you all needless worry. It was a. clay
of last winter—fell ,crossing Broad -
Way, a dangerous place—he pulled
her aside just in time—the horse's
feet were raised above 'her --,she
would have been :crushed in a mo-
ment. He lifted her in his arms and
carried her to the sidewalk not a hit
the -worse for it."
"Seems as if it Were fate," said
Hope. "had seen him an often in I
'11IIIRSDAY, DEC. 138
PROFESSIONAL CARDS--
Medical
SEAFORTH CLINIC
Dr, E. A. McMaster, MB., Gtadu-
ate of Univdrsity of Toronto.
J. D. Colquhoun, C.IvI., Grad-
uate of Dalhousie University, Halifax,
The Clinic is fully equipped with:
complete and modern x-ray and other
up-to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
egDufrP.°CeMnaLrgaret. K. Campbell, M.D.,,
L.A.B.P., Specialist in Diseases in
Infants and Children, will -be at the
Clinic last Thursday in every month
from3t.J
o 6. Pn:.
Dr. F, J.Forster, Specialist in:
Diseases of the Ear, Eye, Nose and
Throat, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in ,every month from 4 to
Free well -baby clinic will 'be' beld
on the second and last Thursday ire
every mond i from 1 to 2 P,Tri.
W. C. BPROAT, F.A.C.S.
Surgery
Phone 90-W. Office John St.! Seaforth
wondered who he was. I. recall a
DR. H. HUGH ROSS, Physician
and Surgeon Late of London :Hos-
pital, London, England. Special .44-
tention to diseases of the eye, ear,
nose ard throat. Office and cesidence
behind Dominion Barri Office Phone
No 5; Residence Phone 104.
DR. F. J. BURROWS, Office Main
St., Seaforth, Over Dominion Bank.
Hours 2-5 and 7 to 8 p.m. and by ap-
pointment. Residence, Goderich St.,
two, doors west of United Church,
Phone 46.
JR., F. J. it, FORSTER— Eye
far, Note and Throat. Graduate in
qedicine, University •fToronto 1897.
Late Assistant New York Ophthal-
mic and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye, and Golden Square throat hospi-
tals, London. At Commercial Hotel.
Seaforth, third Wednesday in each
month from 1.30 p.m. to 5 p.m.
Auctioneer.
rE0 R G E ' ELLIOTT, Licensed
uctioneer for the County of Huron.
•rrangements can be made for Sale
Date at The Seaforth News. Charges
moderate and:satisfaction guaranteed
F. W. AHR:EiNS, Licensed Auctici
eer for Perth and Huron Counties,
Sales Solicited. Terms on Application.
Farm Stock, chattels and real estate
prckperty. R.' A. 14o. 4, Mitchell.
Phahe '634 i 6: Apply at this office.
WATSON & REID
REAL ESTATE
AND 'INSURANCE AGENCY
(Successors to James Watson)
MAIN ST., SEAFORTIL ONT.
An kinds of Insurance risks effect -e
ed at lo west rates in First-Clas;
Companies.
E McKILLOP
hdnaI Fire Insurance CI!
HEAD OFFICE--SEAFORTIi, Ont.
OFFICERS
President, Thomas Moylan, Sea -
forth; Vice President, William Knox,'
Londesboro; Secretary Treasurer, M
A.. Reid, Seaforth.
AGENTS. ,
F. McKercher, R.R.1, Dublin; John
E. Pepper, R.R.,I, B'rucefield; E. R. G.
larmouth, Brddlragen; James Watt,
.ilyth; C. F. Hewitt, Kincardine;
,Vm. Yee, Nolmegville.
• DIRECTORS
Alex, Broadfoot; Seaforth ' No. 3;
'antes Sholdice, Wilt*n; Wm, Knox,
,...ondesboro; George Leorthardt,
dornholm No. 1; Frank McGregor,
No, 5; James Connolly, God -
'rich; Alex McEwing, Blyth No. 1;
rhomas Moylan, Seaforth No. 5;
.Vm. It. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact other bu.siness, will 'be
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above named officerF
addressed to their respective post -
offices,
,
night when I had to come home alone
from rehearsal, was horribly afraid.
remenvber passin:g. him under a
Street lamp. If ,he had spoken to me,
then, I should have dropped' with
fear and he would have had to carry
me home that time,"
'"Its an odd thing a girl like you
should ever have to walk home
alone," -said Mr,' Fuller. "Doesn't
speak well for 'oar" -friend 'Livingstone
or Burnham there or Dobbs."
"Mrs. Fuller clbesn't give us hall a
c'h'ance," said Liviitgatone, "she
guards her day and night. It's like
-the modk,s of <the Hoy Grail." 1
(To ,13e Continued)