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CHAPTER VI
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him
must be," Homer cried as Tobey gave
Marcus' ring.
The door had opened and
closed. Tem Spangler was there.
He was touching Mr. Grogan. He
knew in a minute how things
were. He telephoned for the
doctor. Then he picked Grogan
up in his arms and put him on
the office couch.
Homer sat still, on an. island
of terrible grief. The telegram
was crushed in his hand.
Spangler, misunderstanding,
spoke softly. "Don't feel bad
Homer. He was an old man. He
had a bad heart. He knew he
would go suddenly. This is the
way he wanted it to be. Come
un now." The telegraph box
started again and Spangler leap-
ed to it. His face changed as
the unfinished message came
through — complete this time.
Marcus Macauley was gone. He
had met death in action.
The doctor .and the relief oper-
ator arrived.
Spangler put his arm around
Homer and took him out.
Going along the street, any-
-where, nowhere, Homer's feet
dragged heavily. He held up the
telegram. "I can't take this
home . now. I can't tell Ma
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I going to go into the house and
look at them? They'll know,
the minute they see me. I don't
want to tell them but they'll
know."
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said.
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They kept on, towards the
courthouse, through the park.
"He said he might go in his let-
ter," Homer said dully. "He said
he was ready." Then he broke
out fiercely, "I can't figure it
all out. All I want to know is,
what about my brother? Nothing
like this has ever happened to
me before. When my father died
it was different. He had lived a
good life the way he wanted to.
He had a family. We were sad
but we weren't sore. I'm sore. .
. What's a fellow supposed to do?"
Spangler tried to find the
words that would say the right
thing. He fought with himself
to find those words. "I'm not go-
ing to try to comfort you Homer.
I know I couldn't. Your brother
didn't want to go. He wanted to
stay. He will stay in the love
you have for him."
Homer's body shook with a
frustrated. fury. How qould the
World do this to him? What was
good about it? "But I want to
see Marcus. I can't help it. I
want to see him walking around.
I want to touch him. I want
to talk to him. I even want to
have fights with him the way we
used to. Where will I find him?
If I look everywhere I won't find
him.. The world is different now.
People are different. Everything
in Ithaca is changed because my
brother won't be here again."
again."
Spangler again searched for
those right words. "Try to re-
member Homer that the best of
him will never die. You will see
him many times in things that
will come to you every day. In.
your home, in the streets, places
where he has been, in the vine-
yards and orchards where he
worked, in the river he knew and
the clouds that float over it. The
greater part of a good man stays.
It stays forever." He pointed to
the green. "Any good at pitch-
ing horseshoes?"
Out of his bleak heart Homer
replied, "No sir, not very."
"Neither am I. Would you
care to pitch a game with me be-
fore it's too dark?"
"Yes sir." The game began.
Homer knew that his hand was
picking up the horseshoes, fling-
ing them to their mark. His
whole body hurt as if somebody
had beaten him up. But he kept
on for a while. Then he stepped
back. "Mr. Spangler I don't feel
like pitching any more. They're
waiting for me at home now. I
know they are. I said. I'd be
home for supper."
Spangler's eyes pleaded with
twe
1
him. "Walt Homer. Don't go
home yet. Wait just a while."
Homer gazed past him, "You
needn't be afraid. I remember -
1 told Mr. Grogan that if my
brother was killed I'd spit at the
world, I'd be the worst that ever
Ivied." A flush of shame stain-
ed his face. "Huh. A fellow
talks that way but I guess you •
never know what you'll do until
it really happens." His shoulders
sagged a little. "Maybe I'll get
it straight somehow after a
while." Ile sank on to one of
the benches.
Spangler nodded. "I think
you'd like to be alone just
now . . ."
Homer sat there in the soft
light of the street lamp. It was
very quiet. The world and its
doings ,seemed far off. Then, in
that suspended moment, he felt
lighter, as if a weight were roll-
ing off his back.
Up on high Matthew saw him.
"It will take a little time my
son, a little time . foe the pain
of the Marcus that died, to die
in you too, the part that is only
flesh and the part that conies
and goes. That dying is hurting
you now but wait a little while.
When it leaves you will find new
strength."
Homer was sitting up straighter
now. Courage and faith were
flowing back into his veins.
"This strength will bring you
closer than ever to the best that
is in all men. You remember
what he said. 'You must go on
. . . you are what we are fight-
ing the war for.' Yes Homer,
you are what we have left be-
hind, to live the hopes that we
have only dreamed, the matchless
dreams of what man can be . . ."
Now Matthew saw someone
else a lone soldier who had been
wandering around the town. The
soldier was talking to himself.
"Yes, this is Ithaca with the
Ithaca sky over it. There's the
Public Library—the Presbyterian
Church. There's Ithaca High—
and that's the Athletic Field.
There's the Courthouse Park
. . ." He had reached the
Macauley house. Through the
windows he could hear the min-
gled harmony of a harp and
piano. "And here's the house
. . . here's home. Ma and Bess.
Ulysses. I am home at last."
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All of this was his inheritance
from Marcus. His friend had
left him his birthright, his place
in the world. He would be
worthy of it. He turned as a
boy came walking up the path.
It was Homer. He looked at
thesoldier curiously. Then he
hesitated. "For a moment, I
thought I knew you. Is Ithaca
your home?"
Ilres. I mean, I hope it is."
"Then you ciOn't have to go
back?"
The soldier looked at his in-
jured leg. "They've sent me
home for good. I just got off the
train."
"Well, your family must be
waiting for you." The soldier
didn't answer. To his own sur-
prise Horner said, "Won't you
come in? I live here." Some-
thing had made him say it, some
voice.
Now the soldier's face lighted
up. "Then . . . you're Hamer.
I've been looking for you."
"How did you knew my name?
Who are you?"
The soldier's smile was sweet
and wide. "I don't know who I
ani because I'm an orphan. But
I know who you are. And your
mother and Bess and your brother
Ulysses. You see, Marcus was
my friend." He reached into his
pocket, "He sent you this Homer.
His class ring. He always said—
if anything hat pened to him he
wanted you to have it."
Homer slipped the ring on his
finger. "Then—you are Tobey.
You must be."
"Yes."
Marcus' friend. Homer and
Tobey smiled at each other with
the tender pain of remembrance.
Then Homer put out his hand
and Tobey took it. Comradeship
and brotherhood flowed from one
to the other like the stream of
life.
Horner brought out the tele-
gram. "This came awhile ago."
"What are you going to do?"
Tobey asked.
Slowly, Homer tore the mes-
sage into shreds. His chin was
up, his eyes bright with tears.
"We'll go in together." He call-
ed. "Ma. Bess. Ulysses. Open
the door. The soldier's come
home."
The family came to the door
but the music seemed to continue
on and to swell. The kindly lamp
light illumined them all. It was
as if they knew about Mardus al-
ready and were welcoming the
stranger in his plaee.
They all went in.
Outside, in a radiant Heavenly
light, were the spirits of Matthew
the father •and Marcus the son.
Together they passed through the
door to join the others. Now
the family was complete again.
The music in the Macaulay
borne rose exultantly. To any who
heard, it was a song of human
love.
THE END
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SADIE B, CHAMBERS
The Humble Pumpkin
What could be more fitting
than a little chat about the hum-
ble pumpkin on this beautiful
Autumn morning? Everything
is dressed in the very best Au-
tumnal colors. Indoors the air
is "brim full" of aromatic flav-
ors of the last fruits and pickles
and outdoors the burning of
leaves and the newly gathered
roots.
The poor old pumpkin just lies
in its chosen place throughout
the summer while we all enthuse
over more attractive things, and
when everything else has been
garnered in we find the humble
pumpkin dressed in the most
beautiful smooth and colorful
coat and we wonder how we could
be so neglectful.
The very color of the pumpkin
tells us that it should not be neg-
lected in our menu, for like all
the other yellow good things.to
eat it contains many vitamins.
Home -Canned Pumpkin
• We like best the pumpkin we
can ourselves—it seems to have
better color and flavor. It is very
simply done. Wash, peel the
pumpkin and cut up into three-
inch squares. Boil until tender,
about one hour. Drain and press
through a sieve. Process about
one half hour.
Pumpkin Soup
Did you ever try pumpkin
soup? Take one cup of pump-
kin, add a little chopped onion,
half a cup of water and season-
ing to taste. Cook 15 minutes.
Then add one pint of rich milk
and see if that does not satisfy
the most finicky appetite on a
cold night.
Pumpkin Custard
Beat yolks of 2 eggs until light,
add % cup sugar, few grains of
salt, 2 cups of cooked well -drain-
ed pumpkin % teaspoon vanilla,
a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg,
8 cups of milk. Fold in the beaten
whites of the eggs and pour into
greased custard cups 4er casserole,
if custard cups, set in pan of
water. Bake in moderate oven
for about 25 minutes. Serve hot
or cold with cream or jelly.
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Among documents captured by
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its withdrawal, Allied Headquar-
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The German engieeers were
told to destroy all ,bridges, rail-
way stations, water installations,.
and any other buildings of value
to the Allies.
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Stories Of Origin
Of Word 'Canada'
From Indian Name, Says
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Sir: —It is pretty well accepted
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lage, When Cartier returned to
France from his first: voyage to
Canada in 1534 he took with him
two little Indian boys whom. he
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was a great village a long way up
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talked a great deal about their
Kannata, and Cartier seems to
have got the idea that it was the
name of the whole country.
There is another story that the
Indians called all of Eastern Can-
ada "Akira Nada" but the one
about "Kannata" seems to be the
accepted one: The Fathers of Con-
federation wanted t� call it "The
Kingdom of Canada" but the Bri-
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word Kingdom as it would offend
the 'United States who were very
sore on England over their help
to the South in the Civil War
which had just ended, and perhaps
also felt that Canada as a king-
dom would be aspiring to equality
with England. . . .
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Inspector of Public Schools.
Stratford, Ont.
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