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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 slum 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 Jin 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, 1 renched over to the table, pulling off the top sheet from a stack of Hand-written. pages, and passed it to him.

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

"Use It," said curtly been a boy. Memorlea came crowd- Jug back to me; emories of the "That's all it's good for."

times he bod stolen my cap and run off laughing, of the times he had "Ah, there ye Ko Dow Letting

Caught me and dumped in the mud to Nellie, who had refused to se slipped off the paper cover, stowet man discouragement ride

on the washing my mother had tolled company in to the O'Riordans be- the books under a scat cushion, called shouldern' You've got talent over yout

cause it was Chapel night.

them back, and pretended to find it wak! Imagination and heart! Why.

I sent him reeling through the Sitting up in bed in her high- there on a last sudden chance, Tel 27778/9nan, the whole world is open for

As they withdrew again, the bay you to write about! I've no patience door with a blow in the face, then necked, long-sleeved nightgown and with a nan who has no faith in him- followed him outside and thrushed two bruids of hair lying along her clutching his book happily. Nellie the room. 1 confrontext well. Will Essex

him Ull he went seurrying down the back, she must have been stirred by came into

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

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in a survey of the modern Press, Wakhon Steed, a former editor Times, London. describes Jendralasen as Hornething more Then different from an 132~

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Chivalrous feeling toward ́a

"I didn't mean to tell you so soon,

but you needn't

"It's easy to you to talk, Dermok," I replied. "You want to be the finest cabinet-moker 1$1 England. Meun- while you work in wood. ent see what you're necomplishing- and you get paid for what you do. timid girl and her ailing father wai I want to be a writer-but no one had only a little to do with my Dermut. Not for long." will pay me to

write

I have to neceptance of the vacated job take any old job I can find that gives which Moscrop offered me. me bare living and a chance to write

the

side

Anyway.

"Steal

Wan

Π

But I didn't steal it”

the

You bookcase. envy must have put it there. And you said that Rory had inken it away

Wasn't that a lie?“ Overcome with joy, I determined with him.

"Yes, it was a Be. And I know I then and there that my son (and 1

But I didn't never doubted it would be a son) shouldn't have told It While driving a bakery wagon was should be born away from the slum steal the book."

በዚ parents bad

"If that isn't stealing," I said, be- there you are--all packed and rendy scarcely my idea of a career, it pald in which

coming almost angry at him for the là go off and claim your bride!“

enough to keep me, with the living reared. quarters over the shop that went

I would sell the bakery, move to first ume in my life, "what do you

call 17" Dermot glanced up

the wak

with It, and the long evenings were the sruside,

ilving by

Oliver explained patiently, with fine pucker you free to me to go on with the new writing books and

more books "All packed! It's

"Don't you see?

wanted to have

uk

muke

tny

been

Are, leavin' my picture of Brian mivel I had undertaken Nellie was could work my fingers to the bone disarming candor. Boru himself hangin' on the waill" friendly in her shy, respectful way.

No that my sun might be reared in took it because it was Rory's He stepped over and stood in front and her father eathe to rely upon decent, clean, respectable surround- love Rory, and I of the old Irish king's picture, arl- me more and more

as his affliction ings and have every advantage that something belonging to him-some- dressing it "It's humilinted enough grew

poverty had denied me in my child. thing that he saved.

don't you, father?" hent

th

or that you've had to repose in

mildewed bardin' use

Kreutest of the Irish and you the

ever have a N773 Kings Wi, 1 I'll give his back to Ireland-to live the life I land"

worre

Nellie Wan Nomewhat awed with my writing but disapproved of my indifference to her efforts in convert ine to the faith that occupied most

of her thoughts,

कक्ष

You believe me

After the bitter exhaustion of With a vast sign of relief 1 or to accompany my early youthful struggles to put my arm about him. "Yes,

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her and her futher 10 the weekly write a neceptable novel, the I believe you, Oliver."

During all this Nellie listened "I ever have a son," I counter- chapol vervices.

composition of more books came ART 2

sliently. But when Oliver went off ed, I'll get him out of a shum like

When I had been with them some comparatively easy to mo. dustry

wash his face, to the bathroom to In his viens if in a vocation

ftale

out of a life like this

months, Neilke asked me one chapel My malden book sold few copies she turned to me grimiz, which is at once an art and an in- When Dermol was at last shaved night to escort her to the services, but won me a respectful reception al "What are you going to do about- dustry

trustership, not unlike and dressed in his meagre beat, and Her father was feeling too ill to go the hands of the critics. My second this?" that which is held by physicians; the drayman had removed his few out

did only a tle better for me "Why, there's nothing to do. It's with This difference, however, that effects for the trip to Liverpool

"Your chapel means a great deal pecuniarily, but established me more all settled." whe

his Shell

shook a dishonest doctor

lived, we

20 you!,

doesn't 1,

solidly in literary circles as a young Nellie?" I

"Whether I'm anything to you or int harm where

hands warmly

marked. "As much as writing this author who stood on the threshold of nut. at work only a few dozen or a few

I'm the child's mother. Do.you aus noon as 1 Ixok mentis to me. I suppose

fulfilling marked promise.

think it doesn't matter to me that scure patients, a dishonest journalist - be seeing you

And when my third book Dermot

was he's growing up a cheat and a itar?" auid may paikoin the minds of hundreds of ring Sheila back."

"Oh, much more! That's just your punished, it soon became evident "Oh, it's not that bad," I said.. "Mind you, fnd yourself a good place follow TRED The

that 1 had at last bit the mark-that "Oliver got his sense of right and The lever " moral temporibuity of the Press is

"Why, Nellie I answered with this effort was being taken to the wrong a bit muddled, Natural for a these things are casily. Its whin to that af ministers of re-

"It'll have to be a cheap one until

mock severity,

"haven't you heard bosor both of the critics and of the child- but 1 get a job

out with understanding. But I'll be all right"

What work is worship, and labour reading public.

straighten ligion, statesmen and the fenfers of

We sold "The Beaches," the little and "Sure nohda thought

und you'il ix all right ludyn

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

Oliver was born, and in partnership_love," she interrupted. "Bringing. "Remember the struck a titule

do what with Dermot and Shell we pur- up a chlid to think he can at with the barner

Excelsior"

he likes! I think Oliver should be thrashed for what he has done." "Onwardi und spondet

thewords of less

Tisele ale

important considerations

in view of the fact that what appears 121 the ara el editorial columns of Le dally press castilles me

1794- evealings, the greater part, of the read- as of the piles at Inge One of the thpruidens of the Press is to

Je ale in the length of editorial

trokes.

mreferred by 1: average

remlet B1 Steels quite sure al

upward I

Te-

"Me and my hands you with your hend! Goodbye. Will ·

"Goodbye. Dermot "

And myself wandering

newspaper traders do not now possess through Shelley Street, a mean-

It?

now, as +1

stork **

-Tim sure that in't in the Bible ** "Never mind,"

The

laughed

-From-

best-selling novel

by

HOWARD SPRING

5

Who knows

The perwers of sustained attention ist er street even than the one in take you to Chapel They possessed before the Great War

which Dermot and I lived. The you might convert a heathen. Neverspaper articles

"I'd like 10." she sut Janitress at Number 28 eyed general thing shorter than they used

"Thank you, Mr. Essex. me with open hostility." to be, and this, it is sok! by at least portly due to the fort

that when people have undergone a long period of strain they are apt to be impatient with any slatement that they catui take in almost at a glance.

Nevertheless, it istoferably clear that the continual use

"You'll find it cheaper lodgings around ere, Mister, but you can look elsewhere for all rare.”

"A family I knew used to live here

Name of Essex a dozen years ago.

"Never 'eurd ûf 'em"

**I

don't," I replied quietly.

"And

If you have no other suggestion,

the TOON may as well go." I left and started down the ball to my own room, realising only now how much the incident had shaken me.

stood staring out of a win- As I dow, a series of sharp, agonised eries came from Oliver's room. "No!

Don't! Don't!"

a puny

hased "Heronwater,"

#good-sized No!

I dashed back into the room and estate perched high on a rocky elli overlooking sundy cove in Corn- seized from Nellie's hand the cane shyly wall. Oliver was now eight, just a with which she was punishing the As I wrenched it from her few months younger than Dermot's child. I out through the services as at roy, Rory; and a year older than the grasp the boy suddenly turned upon and drove his little fist into my my thoughts of my little girl. Maeve, whorn Sheila had

face with all his strength, crying tentively postponed writing would pemli born to her husband,

"Don't hit my mother!" When we returned home we found Nellie and had frequent Httle

blow WDS Although the Mr Moserop lying in a huddled beap encounters over the rearing of our one, I staggered back as though I

Her tenning was all toward at the foot of the staircase, as though son.

ad been dealt a marta I injury.. hand, He had been trying to gain his-bed- the firm but just

the prim Astonishment, grief, anger crowded. room during a particularly severe correctness, tinged with devoutness, one another in my confused thoughts. that had been the keynote of her up-That he should take Nellie's side of short dis-My mother moved to this house the

A strunge sadness rume over nit altack.

bringing. jainted sentences in an ill-construct day she was married," I muttered. 1 bent over the inert form for o

against me against his father who My ceaseless delight in the child, had been both mother and father and ed paragraph containing mere slogans "She had nine children in it She moment,

Neille's frightened

and my joy in the mere fact that I had good fairy to him was something I sobs in my ears. Then i arose and brief ex cathedra utterances, buried five from R. She dext in 1

hands gently

ason for whom 1 planned every could not grasp. Oliver and I stood while it may suit people in regiment herself. And you

never heard of placed my

shoulders.

I myself had missed it furing each other for a moment, happiness

walked blindly Countries who feel themselves her!"

my childhood and youll—these were then I turned and "There's nothing we van du, Nellie. things beyond her ken or without cut of the room. Incapable of thinking things out for I moved slowly along to the corner.

the orbit of her sympathies. And Nellie joined me a little while themselves, does not satisly thought-There was Moscrop's bakery, with There's nothing anyone can do!"

she noted (though she said little later. ful men in free countries. There are 1ts fly-blown window full of breads

She leaned against me, letting her about it) the thousand little ways in and enkes. Nothing was changed grief and fright and loneliness pour which

spolled the lod here; but

through the apen themselves out unchecked inside

cd

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shortculs te the formation

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with

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her

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sound ophtons. Of course, short and door I could see Mr. Moscrop, now haps i had already known that pithy articles have their place, but grown old and very fat, and a rather sooner or later I was going to marry Oilver to bed, Rory burst into the there is something to be said for the pretty, very prim-looking young girl Nellie Moscrop. caster and more leisurely style. In who must be his daughter Nellie. point of fact, a severely condensed

With them was u husky, rough- article may make greater damunds on looking youth talking volubly, evi-

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the attention than a longer ono.dently engaged in Bome Nort of Significant as the event was Anyone who wishes to do so may altercation with old man Moscrop. in my life, the arrival of the make en interesting experiment.I could hear his trade, Interspersed printed coples of my first pub- Let him take an essay of Bacon con-with crude billingsgate. temning say 350 words, read it once,

of it in his own words.

1

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One evening, while I was putting "I'm sorry for-for what room, towing his father by the hand. happened," she said, her voice Over Dermol's laughing protests, thu shaking a little; "but I had to boy insisted upon recovering from du and say what I believe to be Oliver a book he had leat blm-"The right." Irish Kings,"

*

"I know-I know. The best thing for all of us now is to try and for- get it."

"No. We've got to have an under-

"Oh, Rory," protested Oliver, lished book was overshadowed "you're always losing things. standing about Oliver. You've al- and then try to give the substance "Wat if I ant short in my collec- by something even more por. "You know I haven't got your ways made his upbringing your mast

tlons! How much do yer pay me 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 what he says is the more interesting chuckin' it this very minutel"

in that he is broadcaster as well as

born.

was,

slowly, "why did

ness. It's always your son-your son!" But Rory insisted with a simple "Nellie," I said slowly, carnestness that could not be denied, you ever marry me?" I continued Finally I suggested that we look as she looked at me, bewilderment Old Moscrop, his asthma plainly This, in my own envious eyes, around for it. ran my eye quick and anguish in her eyes. "We're a journalist. He says that broad-

grown worse with the years and now caused my accomplishment to pale ly over the hooks on Oliver's shelves, miles apart on everything on the casting has a wider appeal than the

to nothingness. Arriving Press, because the newspaper public aggravated by excitement, sat in his almost

chair puffing and wheezing, unable, while Dermot is a reflective public, whereas a

until I espied one that looked un- kind of books I'm to write, on where was polishing the broadcaster may speak to literate and to speak. Nelle had clapped her beautiful new cradle he had carved familiar. It bore a paper cover on we are to live, on how to bring up

a chlidish hands over her cars to shut out the and keeping a constant fernte alike. Tennyson said, how-

Car cocked which

"Adventures."

a hand had lettered our child everything! I don't mind

for myself but I mind for Oliver." ever, that things smen are mightier driver's vile longunge. The youth upward toward Sheila's bedroom, the

almost forgot to mention my book,

the book out of curiosity,

"Oh, Oliver!" she cried almost than things heard, and most people seized her arms roughly.

I discovered that it was Rory's "Irish fiercely. "That's the roof of it.. are more impressed by the printed

"Dainty, ain't yer? Dainty and Yet Dermot was vastly delighted Kings". Surprised and disturbed at Everything for Oliveri Everything!" word,

which remains, than by the religious! Yer don't like my log- at it, and even more at the dedica Oliver's subterfuge, I nevertheless Why not?" I said slowly. "What: spoken word, which files. They like

guage, do yer?" He flung down her tion: to see the news in aciunt print. They want to take it in more fully and Uhink it over. Perhaps that is one reason why we are so regularly re- minded that "further detalls will be found in your' focal, newspaper,”.

TO my friend; Dermot said nothing immediately, but re- clse has our murriage brought me?" urms and turned to the door as I O'Riordan, without whose good ad- turned the book to the shelf and For a moment we stood looking at stepped into the shop.

vice and bad language, this book permitted the search to end in each other, the vell between us rent, Then Nella turned and hurried from Face to face, now, we recognised would never have been started.".

As soon as the child was born 1 But after Dermot and Rory gave the room. each other. It was Tim Higgins, the neighbourhood bully when I had hastened home to tell the good news up and left the room, I hurriedly

Kallure.

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