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The Free Press

M. Wickhu Stred former exiltor of *3 Tuner, London, describes Journalism as something more than raft and different from an in-

duntry In a views !t ! vocalion, whart is at once an art at net in- Justry It is a trusteeship, not unlike that

which

in hell by physicians: with this difference, however, that whille a dishonest doctor can harm

of worst only a few dozen or a few stre patients, u dishonest journalist rony prson the minds of hundreds of Thousands

fellow-men The moral responsibility of the Press is thus akin to that of ministers of re- Figion, statesmen, and the levelers of puldu thought

my son, my son!

I CAN see now in all its details, as clearly as though I had left it but yesterday, the dingy little furnished room in the drab, Manchester-sium street which Dermot O'Riordan and I had shared for so many of our youthful years.

I can see the two iron beds in the corner, the two. cheap chairs and the broken-down bureau before whose distorted mirror Dermot was shav- ing in preparation for the most momentous event in his life.

"Bad cess to it!" cried Dermot. "I would cut meself to-day of all days! Hand me a piece of paper, Will."

Without rising from my trunk-packing, I reached over to the table, pulling off the top sheet from a stack of hand-written pages, and passed it to him.

"It's the story you're

"I can't use this, man!" said Dermot. writing." His puckish, snubbed nose poked forward inquiringly at me as always when he was excited.

"Use IL," 1 said curtly. been a boy. Memories came crowd- Ing back to me; memories of the "That's All it's good for."

times he had stolen my cap and run "Ah, there ye 10 now. Letting off hughing. of the times he had

caught me and dumped in the mud to Nellie, who had refused to no- slipped off the paper cover, storwed alej nan discouragement ride

of the washing my mother had wolled company me to the O'Riordans be- the book under a seat cushion, called your shoulders! You've got talent over.

cause it was Chapel night.

them back, and pretended to find it and imagination and heurt! Why, mun, the whole world is open for I sent 21 reeling through the Sitting up in bed in her high- there on a last sudden chance.

As they withdrew again, the boy you to write about! I've no pallence door with a blow in the face, then necked, long-sleeved nightgown and with a man who has no faith in him- followed him outside and thrashed two braids of hair lying along her clutching his book happily, Nellie I confronted self, W Essex."

hln till he went scurrying down the back, she must have been stirred by came to the room. street.

my exelted awe at the thought of Oliver sternly. Dermot's having a son. She smiled "Oliver, why did you stest Rory's a little shyly, looking down at the book?" bedclothes.

me a bare living and a chance to write on the Fidie

Anyway.

"Stral it?

But I didn't steal it!" "I didn't mean to tell you sỡ soon,

WOL in the bookcase. You but

you needn't envy must have put it there. And you Bold that Rory had taken it away

hla

And

been

"It's easy for you to talk, Dermo," I replied. *You want to be the finest

★ ★ rabilnet-maker in Englert, Mean- while you work in wood .. you Chivalrous feeling toward a enn see what you're accomplishing timid girl and her alling father wal and you get paid for what you do. I want to be a writer but no one had only a little to do with my Dermot. Not for lang." will pay ine to write.

Overcome with jay, I determined with him. Wasn't that a lo*** I have to acceptance of the vacated job

then and there that ing won (and 1

"Yes, I was a lie. And I know I take nay uld job I can find that gives which Moscrop offered me.

would never doubted it

be a son) shouldn't have told it. But I didn't While driving a bakery wagon was should be born away from the nium steal the book."

parents

"If that isn't stealing," I said, de- there you are all packed and ready sareely my idea of a career, it paid

coming almost angry at him for the to go off and claim your bride!" enough to keep me, with the ilving

quarters over the shop thai went i would sell the bakery, move to Arst time in my life, "what do you

call it?" at Dermot glanced up the well, with it, and the long evenings were the Renalde, make

living by my

Oliver explained patiently, with It's a fine packer you free to

books I more "All packed!

the to go on with the new willing books and picture of Belan novel I had undertaken. leavin' my

Neille was would work my fingers to the bone disarming candor. "Don't you see? Boru himself hangin' on the wall" friendly in her shy, respectful way, so that my son might be reared in took it because it was Bory's I He stepped over and stood in front and her father come to rely upon devent, clean, respectable surround- love Rory, and I of the old Irish king's picture. nd me more and more as his affliction ings and have every advantage that something belonging to him some dressing it. "It's humiliated enough grew worse.

poverty had denied me in my child- thing that be loved.

don't you, father?" Tam that you've had to repose in

hood. this mildewed boardin' house

*

BIT.

the 11fe I missed!"

"If I ever have a son," I counter- ed, "I'll get him out of a slum like this out of a life like this."

hi Sheila where Bds warmly.

lived, we shook

Nellie was somewhat awed with my writing but disapproved of my

in which

reared

+ little

A

young

wanted to have

You believe me

* In a survey of the modern Press, and you the greatest of the Irish indifference to her efforts to convert

Kings Will, if I ever have a son me to the faith that occupied most After the bitter exhaustion of With a vast sign of relief 1 I'll give him back to Ireland-to live of her thoughts, or to accompany my early youthful struggles to put my arm about him. "Yes,

her and her father to the weekly write an acceptable novel, the I believe you, Oliver."

composition of more books came During all chapel services.

this Nellie listenect silently. But when Oliver went of When I had been with them some comparatively easy to me.

to the bathroom to wash his face, months, Nellie asked me one chapel My maiden book sold few copies she turned to me grimly. When Dermot was at last shaved night to escort her to the services, but won me a respectful reception at

"What are you going to do about and dressed in bis meagre best, and Her father was feeling too ill to go the hands of the critles. My second this?"

did only

me better for the drayınan had removed his few out

"Why, there's nothing to do. It's effects for the trip to Liverpool "Your chapel means a great deal pecuniarily, but established me more ali settled."

sulidly in literary circles as tu yli,

doesn't it. Nellie?" author who stood on the threshold of not. I'm the child's mother. Do you "Whether I'm anything to you or mine hrd. "As much as writing this

fulfilling marked promise.

think it doesn't matter to me that book means to me, I suppose."

And when my

third book was he's growing up a cheat and a liar?" that I had at last hit the mark--that "Oliver got his sense of right and "Why, Neille." I answered with this effort was being taken to the wrong a bit muddled. Natural for a "It'll have to be a cheap one until mock severity "haven't you heard busem both of the critics and of the child--but these things are easily I get a job. But I'll be all ridt."

straightened out with understanding. and labour reading public.

We sold The Beaches." the little and love" "Stre and you'll be all

right,

tree-bordered suburban house where "I'm not blinded by what you call Both of us will be all right." He

Oliver was born, and in partnership love," sho interrupted. "Bringing struck an attitude "Remember the

laughed. -1'll with

Derinot and Shell we pur- up a child to think he can do what ind with the banner. Excelsior!"

he likes! I think Oliver should be thrashed for what he has done." "Onward and sporated

There we apontaal vonaterations in view of the fact that what upBIOMEM in the news and editorial columns of the dully presu constitutes so much. pelare the greater part, the react ing of the people at large pantieal problems of the Press is to

des de 193on the length

One of the

af edforind

art los preferred By the average

"I'll be seeing you as soon as I bring Shrila back." said Dermot. Mind you, find yourself a good place To live.

upward!" [

10-

"Me and my hands-you with your head! Goodbye, Will

"Goodbye, Dermot "

"Oh, much more! That's just your punished, 900/1 became evident "Oh, it's not that bad," I said.

work

that work is worship.

oly

I'm sure that isn't in the Bible." "Never mind,"

From

The best-selling novel by

HOWARD SPRING

clinsed "Heronwater,"

"I don't," I replied quietly. "And If you have no other suggestion, 1 may as well

go."

I left

the room

and started down the hall to my own room, realising only now how much the incident had shaken me.

As 1 stood storing out of, a win- dow, a series of sharp, agonised. reacle! Mr Steed is quite sure that I find myself wandering

eries came from Oliver's room. "No! newspaper readers do not now possess through Shelley Street, a mean-

23 good-sized Not Don't! Don't!" the powers of sustained attention that er street even than the one in take you to Chapel. Why knows

back into the room ind dashed estate perched high on a rocky cliff they possessed before the Great War which Dermot and I lived. The you might convert a heathen."

overlooking a sandy cove in Corn- scized from Nellie's hand the cane to," like

she saki

was punishing the janitress at Number 28 eyed

shyly wall. Oilver was now eight, just a with which she general thing, shorter than they used m with open hostility.

"Thank you, Mr. Essex,"

few months younger than Dermot'a child. As I wrenched it from her 1 sat through the services as at- boy, Rory; and a year older than the grasp the boy suddenly turned upon

und

drove his little fist into my "You'll And no cheaper lodgings

hite girl, Maeve, whom Shella hand my

face with all his strength, crying around 'ere, Mister, but you can look tentively as my thoughts of

postponed writing would permit, burn to her husband.

"Don't hit my mother!" elsewhere for all I care,”

Nellie and I had frequent little When we returned home we found

Newspaper articles are now, as a

to be, and this, it is nich, int lenst partly due to the fact

that when people have undergone a long period of stram they are apt to be impatient with any statement that they connol take in almost at a glance.

no

A strange sadness cume over me, attack. "My mother moved to this house the

I bent over the inert form for a day she was married," I muttered.

with Nellie's frightened She had

nine children in it. She moment,

Although the blow was a puny

"A family I knew used to live here Mr. Moscrop lying in a huddled heap encounters over the rearing of our one. I staggered back as though I

Her leaning was all toward Name of Essex." at the foot of the staircase, as though son,

had a dozen years ago.

been dealt a mortal injury. he had been trying to gain his bed- the firm but just hand, the prim Astonishment, grief, anger crowded. "Never card of 'em."

room during a particularly severe correctness, tinged with devoutness,

that had been the keynote of her up- one another in my confused thoughts. That he should take Nellie's side bringing.

against me against his father who My conseless delight in the child, had been both mother and father and and my joy in the mere fact that I had good fairy to him--was something her a son for whom I planned every could not grasp. Oliver and I stood happiness 1 myself had missed in facing each other for a moment. my childhood and youth-these were then I turned and walked blindly things beyond her kten or without nui of the room. the orbit of her sympathies. And Nellie joined me Đ little while she noted (though she said little later.

which 1

Brose

་

✰

Nevertheless, it is tolerably elent that the continual use of short dis- Jointed sentences in an ill-construct- ed paragraph containing mere slogans and brief ex cathedra utterances, buried five from it. She died in it sobs in my ears. Then I while it may suit people in regiment- herself, And you never heard of placed my hands gently on

shoulders. ed countries who feel themselves her!"

"There's nothing we can do, Nellie, Incapable of thinking things out for I moved slowly along to the corner. themselves, does not satisfy thought-There was Moscrop's bakery, with There's nothing anyone can do!”

Its fly-blown window full of breads ful men in free countries. There are

She leaned against me, letting her and cakes. Nothing was changed grief and fright and loneliness pour about it) the thousand little ways in shortcuts to Die formation

spolled the Jad. of

here: but inside through the open themselves out unchecked . . . Per- sound opinions. Of course, short and

One evening, while I was putting door I could see Mr. Moscrop, now hags I had already known that

"I'm sorry for for what pithy articles have their place, but grown old and very fat, and a rather sooner or inter I was going to marry Oliver to bed, ktory burst into the

room, towing his father by the hand, happened," she said, her voice there is something to be said for the pretty, very prim-looking young girl Nellie Moscrop.

Over Dermot's laughing protests, the shaking a little; "but I had to easter and more leisurely style. In who must be his daughter Nellie.

boy insisted upon recovering from do and say what I believe to be point of fact, a severely condensed With them was a husky, rough-

Oliver a book he had lent him--The right." article may make greater demands on looking youth talking volubly, evi-

Irish Kings."

"I know-I know. The best thing the attention ihan a longer one.dently engaged in Somc sort of Significant as the event was

for all of us now is to try and for- ✩ Anyone who wishes to do so may altercation with old man Moscrop, in my life, the arrival of the

get it. make ar Intereating experiment. I could hear his tirade, interspersed printed copies of my first pub. "Oh, Rory," protested Oliver, "No. We've got to have an under- Let him take an essay of Bacon con- with crude billingsgate: trining say 350 words, read it once,

lished book was overshadowed "you're always losing things. atanding about Oliver. You've al and then try to give the substance "Wat if I am short in my collece by something even more por "You know I haven't got your ways made his upbringing your busi-

Mr. Steed has something, to say for drivin' yer blasted van, anyway? tentous. For on the same night book."" upon the subject of broadcasting, and I don't like yer bloomin' job, an' I'm Dermot O'Riordan's son chuckin' It this very minute!"

of it in his own words,

what he says is the more interesting

Lorial How much do yer pay me

born.

was

familiar. It bore a

**We're

nces. It's always your son-your son!"

"Nellie," I said slowly, "why did But Rory insisted with a simple. carnestness that could not be denied. you ever marry me?"I continued in that he a broadcaster as well as

Old Moserop, his asthma plainly. This, in my own envious eyes, Finally I suggested that we look as she looked at me, bewilderment a journalist. He says that broad-

around for it. I ran my eye quick and anguish in her eyes. grown worse with the years and now caused my accomplishment to pale by over the books on Oliver's shelves, miles apart on everything-on; the casting has a wider appeal than the

nothingness. Arriving Press, because the newspaper public gravated by excitement, ant in his almost, to is reflective public, whereas a chair puffing and wheezing, unable while Dermat was polishing the until respled one that looked un kind of books I'm to write, on where

cover paper

child-everythingt I broadcaster may speak to literate and to speak. Nellie had clapped her beautiful 'new cradle he had carved which a childish hand had on we are to live, on how to bring up. filterate alike. Tennyson how lands over her ears to

Beton, Oliver!!". she cried almost ever, that things said her driver's vile language. The youth and keeping in constant car cocked the title, "Adventures had altered our mygels very that don't mind

out of curiosity, Opening book out of almost forgot to mention my book. I covered that it was Rory's "Irisi hercely. That's the roof of than things heard, and most people are more impressed by the printed "Dainty, ain't yer? Dainty and Yet Dermot was vastly delighted Rings". Surprised and devertheless. Why not?!" I said slowly. What disturbed of Everything for Oliver! Everything!* word,

which remains, than by the religioual Yer don't like my lan- at it, and even more at the dedica- spoken word, which files. They like

gunge, do yer?" He flung down her tion! "TO my friend, Dermot said nothing immediately, but ro- else has our marriage brought me?" to see the news in actual print. They urms and turned to the door as 1 O'Riordan, without whose good ad- turned the book to the ibel and For a moment we stood looking at want to take it in more fully and stopped into the shop.

vice and bad language, this book permitted the search to end in each other, the vell between us rent. think it over.. Perhaps that is one

failure.

Then Nollle turned and hurried from reason why we are so regularly re- ! Face to face, now, we recognised would never have been started."

As soon as the child was born I But after. Dermot and Rory gave the room, minded that "further details will be ench other. It was Tim Higgins,

room, I burriedly found in your local newspaper "the neighbourhood bully when I had hastened home to tell the good news up, and left the

seized her arms roughly.

(To be continued)

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