Dawn by Eleanor Porter (best finance books of all time TXT) 📕

you can. An'you couldn't 'a' done it if the door of your eyes hadn't been shutfirst. That was what give you the key to this big, beautiful room ofhelpin' our boys what's come back to us, blinded, an' half-crazed withdespair an' discouragement. Oh, if I only could make you see it theway I do! But I can't say it—the right way. There's such a big,beautiful idea there, if only I could make you see it. That's why Iwanted to write the poem."

"I can see it, Susan—without the poem." Keith was not smiling now.

His face was turned away and his voice had grown a bit unsteady. "And

I'm glad you showed it to me. It's going to help me a whole lot if—if

I'll just keep remembering that key, I think."

Susan threw a quick look into Keith's averted face, then promptly shereached for the folded paper in her apron pocket.

There were times when Susan was wise beyond her station as to when thesubject should be changed.

"An' now I'm goin' to read you the poem I did write," she announcedbriskly—"about every-day folks—diff'rent kinds of folks. Six of 'em.It shows that there ain't any one anywhere that's really satisfiedwith their lot, when you come right down to it, whether they've goteyes or not."

And she began to read:

THE WAY OF THE WORLD

     A beggar girl on the curbstone sat,

     All ragged an' hungry-eyed.

     Across the street came Peggy McGee;

     The beggar girl saw an' sighed.

    "I wish'd I was rich—as rich as she,

     For she has got things to eat;

     An' clo's an' shoes, an' a place to live,

     An' she don't beg in the street."

     When Peggy McGee the corner turned,

     SHE climbed to her garret high

     From there she gazed through curtainless panes

     At hangin's of lace near by.

    "Ah, me!" sighed Peggy. "If I had those

     An' rugs like hers on the floor,

     It seems to me that I'd never ask

     For nothin' at all no more."

. . . . .

     From out those curtains that selfsame day,

     Looked a face all sour an' thin.

    "I hate to live on this horrid street,

     In the children's yellin' din!

    "An' where's the good of my nice new things,

     When nobody'll see or know?

     I really think that I ought to be

     A-livin' in Rich Man's Row."

     A carriage came from "Rich Man's Row,"

     An' rumbled by to the park.

     A lady sat on the carriage seat;

    "Oh, dear," said she, "what an ark!

    "If only this coach could show some style,

     My clothes, so shabby, would pass.

     Now there's an auto quite my kind—

     But 'tisn't my own—alas!"

     The "auto" carried a millionaire,

     Whose brow was knotted an' stern.

    "A million is nowhere, now," thought he,

    "That's somethin' we all must learn.

    "It's millions MANY one has to have,

     To be in the swim at all.

     This tryin' to live when one is so poor

     Is really all folderol!"

. . . . .

     A man of millions was just behind;

     The beggar was passin' by.

     Business at beggin' was good that day,

     An' the girl was eatin' pie.

     The rich man looked, an' he groaned aloud,

     An' swore with his gouty pain.

     "I'd give my millions, an' more beside,

     Could I eat like that again!"

"Now, ain't that jest like folks?" Susan demanded, as she finished thelast verse.

Keith laughed.

"I suspect it is, Susan. And—and, by the way, I shouldn't wonder ifthis were quite the right time to show that I'm no different fromother folks. You see, I, too,—er—am going to make a change—inliving."

"A change in living! What do you mean?"

"Oh, not now—not quite yet. But you see I'VE been doing somethinking, too. I've been thinking that if father—that is, WHEN fatherand Miss Parkman are married—that—"

But Susan interrupted with a groan.

"My sakes, Keith, have you seen it, too?"

Keith laughed embarrassedly.

"To be sure I have! You don't have to have eyes to see that, do you,

Susan?"

"Oh, good lan', I don't know," frowned Susan irritably. "I didn'ts'pose—-"

She did not finish her sentence, and after a moment's silence Keithbegan again to speak.

"I've been talking a little to David Patch—the superintendent, youknow. We're going to take the whole house where we are, for our work,pretty quick, and when we do, Patch and his wife will come there tolive upstairs; and they'll take me to board. I asked them. Then I'llbe right there handy all the time, you see, which will be a finearrangement all around."

"A fine arrangement, indeed—with you 'way off down there, an' livin'with David Patch!"

"But, Susan," argued Keith, a bit wearily, "I couldn't be living here,you know."

"I should like to know why not."

"Because I—couldn't." He had grown very white now. "Besides, I—Ithink they would be happier without me here; and I know—I should be."His voice was low and almost indistinct, but Susan heard—andunderstood. "The very fact that once I—I thought—that I was foolishenough to think—But, of course, as soon as I remembered my blindness—And to tie a beautiful young girl down to—" He stopped short andpulled himself up. "Susan, are you still there?"

"I'm right here, Keith." Susan spoke constrainedly.

He gave an embarrassed laugh. A painful red had suffused his face.

"I'm afraid I got to talking—and forgetting that I wasn't—alone," hestumbled on hurriedly. "I—I meant to go on to say that I hoped they'dbe very happy. Dad deserves it; and—and if they'd only hurry up andget it over with, it—it would be easier—for me. Not that it matters,of course. Dad has had an awful lot to put up with me already, as itis, you know—the trouble, the care, and the disappointment. You see,I—I was going to make up to him for all he had lost. I was going tobe Jerry and Ned and myself, all in a bunch. And now to turn out to benothing—and worse than nothing—-"

"Keith Burton, you stop!" It was the old imperious Susan back again."You stop right where you be. An' don't you never let me hear you