The boy's mother met him at the door. She was a frail-looking woman,
upon whose face was a sorrowful and melancholy expression.
"Shawn, Mrs. Alden has sent for you, and wants you to come up to the big
house; get on your cottonade pants and wash your face and comb your
hair, and when you go up there, don't scratch your shins together, and
don't forget to say _yes mam_."
It was a matter of but a few moments for Shawn to array himself in his
best clothes. As he turned to go, his mother wearily took his face
between her hands and kissed him on the lips. The black eyes beamed
tenderly upon her, and over the sun-tanned features flashed a smile of
cheerfulness and love.
"Take that fish to Mrs. Alden, Shawn."
"It's for you, mammy."
"No, take it to her."
Shawn climbed the hill and went up through the alley, going around to
the side entrance of the Alden home. There was something about the great
house which always filled him with a spirit of awe, and as he glanced
over toward the long garden and orchard, there came into his heart a
yearning such as he had never known before.
A servant opened the door, and Shawn held up his fish: "This is for Mrs.
Alden; she sent for me." The servant took the fish and said, "You will
find Mrs. Alden in the next room. Leave your dog outside." Shawn walked
into the room. A woman with a sweet spiritual face sat in an invalid's
rolling-chair.
Extending her thin white hand to Shawn, she bestowed upon him a smile of
tenderness.
"I am glad you came, Shawn; take that chair." Shawn was striving hard
to remember his mother's parting injunction in regard to his shins.
"How old are you, Shawn?"
"Yes, mam, fourteen past in March."
"How long have you attended school?" The black eyelashes fell and the
smile vanished. "I went to old 'fesser Barker up to Christmas twice."
"Why did you stop?"
"I put red pepper on his plug tobacker!"
"Did you go to any other school?"
"Yes, mam, I went to Miss Julie Bean six months."
"Did you quit that school?"
"Yes, mam, I put cuckle burrs in her bonnet."
"Weren't you sorry for it?"
"Yes, mam, but too late."
"You spend a good part of your time fishing, don't you?"
"Yes, mam, but I catches them."
"Isn't there anything you would rather do than fish?" A long silence
followed, then the eyes suddenly brightened:
"Yes, mam."
"What is it?"
"I'd rather blow up hog bladders with a quill and bust 'em!"
"Shawn, have you ever thought of what you would like to do in life; what
you would like to make of yourself as you grow to manhood?"
"Yes, mam, I'm goin' to be a doctor!"
"Indeed!"
"Yes, mam, indeed, I help doctor Hissong roll pills now, and he helps me
in my books more than I learned at school."
"Shawn, I am going to ask you to begin with the term of school which
opens soon. I will furnish you with books and tuition and will help you
in every way."
"Will it help me to be a doctor?"
"It will help you in everything."
"Could I take Coaly with me?"
"I hardly think so."
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