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in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Rennell. Doodles the Sunshine Boy by Emma Dowd. Chapter 24. Doodle Keeps On. The first days of Doodle's homecoming were full of a mild excitement. Besides there being so much to talk about when the little family was alone. Almost everybody in the Flatiron was eager to give a personal welcome to the small traveler, as well as to hear about his visit to the great city.

But after all, the tenants had come and gone, and the boy was left to himself for the most of the long day. His disappointment returned to haunt and torture him. There were times when even his violin had no power to drive away the bitter thoughts. Blue perceived that something was wrong. his brother's merry laugh had dropped to a wan smile, and occasionally there was the sound of a wee sigh.

The matter came to a climax one day, when school was closed at an unexpected hour, and Doodles was caught crying. At first the little lad refused to give any reason for his tears, but Blue would not let him off,

and the direct cause of his sorrow was finally disclosed. I don't know what to do, he sobbed. A gush of tears halted his speech, but he went on quickly. It doesn't do any good. I thought it was going to in New York, and now it hasn't. But it seems so mean not to keep on. Keep on what? Lou burst out.

Why, asking God to let me walk, Doodles answered. You know I've been asking and asking for so long. Yes, Lou assented. But if I were you, I wouldn't bother anymore. He was sorry it was out, for a look came over his brother's face that he had never seen there before. Horror and anguish blended in one. No, I guess I'd keep on, Lou quickly amended.

Oh, would you? It was like sunshine bursting from a soaring cloud. I want to. Oh, how I want to. But I didn't know. God says if we ask for anything, he will give it to us.

And why do you suppose he doesn't let me walk? I don't know, sighed Blue. His knowledge did not extend to such deep problems. It seems awfully mean to give right up, doodles went on. But, his voice dropped mournfully, I suppose the doctor knows. Still, God could cure me if all the doctors in the world should say I could never walk, couldn't he? I guess so, answered Blue gloomily. And I can't see why he doesn't when

I want to so much. Blue was silent. His thoughts just then would scarcely have helped matters. What do you think? I don't know nothing about it. Why don't you ask Mother? I did begin one day, but she feels so bad about what the New York doctor said. No, I can't ask her. Try Miss Fleming when she comes to give you your lesson, shirked Blue. Oh, I don't think she knows. I'd rather you tell me. Tell you what, parried the elder boy. If God wants me to keep on. Seems as if I couldn't

stop. I've been stopping and it's most killed me. Well, for pity's sake, keep on then, Blue advised. Would he really? And you don't think it'll be wicked? Wicked? No. And he must answer me sometime if I keep right on. And don't give up a single bit, mustn't he? Because the Bible says anything, you know, and that must mean walking. If it said except to walk, of course I couldn't, but there isn't a single except anywhere, is there? I never saw one, admitted the other.

So you do believe he will let me sometime, insisted Doodles. Sure, nodded Blue recklessly, and the next minute called himself a fool, seeing the joy leap in his brother's face. On his way downtown, he went over the talk bitterly. Now he'll think he's going to walk, he muttered. And he can't. Ever. Ever. Ever. Hammering out the words with passionate force. Oh God, why? The old, old question clamored in his heart. On one end of the corrent building,

advertisements were posted. For a week, almost on the very corner had stood the picture of a man, a tall, handsome man in gallant uniform of blue and red and gold. Every day the boy had seen it, but seeing it indifferently, his eyes had never gone further. Now, suddenly, they took in the words that accompanied the figure. They were in big, bold type. The lame walk, the deaf hear, the blind see. That was what Blue read and involuntarily stopped to read more.

The announcement stated that Dr. Emmanuel de Vendôme, the celebrated healer, recently a famous surgeon in the French army, would be at Hotel Royal for a few weeks, where he would give examinations absolutely free to all. I wonder, began Blue, and thereby started a train of thought which raced through his mind for the next busy hour. How he succeeded in delivering his papers on the proper doorsteps is surprising, considering what air castles he built during that time.

But he was free at last to rush home to Doodles, whom in a few minutes he managed to work up to an excitement far exceeding his own. It was decided, long before Mrs. Thickney came, that Doodles should go for a free examination, and although the mother could not feel as sanguine of success as the boys did, still she gave already permission, Blue arguing that it was not going to cost a lonesome cent. The next day, Blue hastened home from the afternoon session, bringing Joseph

with him, and the trio started without delay. At the hotel, however, they found a crowd ahead of them, and they were forced to wait until nearly six o'clock before being admitted to the imposing presence of the uniformed physician. To their surprise, the examination was slight, consisting only of a few questions and a superficial fingering of the lad's back. It was over so quickly that the boys left the room in a rather dazed whirl, realizing only that the epilated stranger had

asserted that Doodles could be helped and probably cured, and that he was to have his first treatment on the morrow at a charge of five dollars. The mother looked brave over the doctor's fee, but she finally yielded to Blue's urging, and Doodles went to bed to dream of marching, actually marching, in line with gaily uniformed soldiers. Thomas Fitzpatrick and Joseph and the Christarches were there, with epaulets upon their shoulders. And then, just as he was screwing his

head round to see his own shoulders, came the order, forward, and he awoke. The following afternoon, in the hour before school closing, just as the small boy was feeling the slow progress of the moments before it would be time for Blue, who should knock at the door, but Thomas Fitzpatrick. Presently, Doodles was talking of the hopes that were thronging in his heart. Wouldn't it be beautiful if I could walk again? Doodles went on enthusiastically,

his fair face pink with excitement and his brown eyes luminous with hope. The policeman's lips parted and came together. Then he said quietly, It would, sure. I guess I shall, Doodles smiled. The doctor thinks so. It is going to cost a good deal, five dollars a time, but Mother says she doesn't begrudge the money if he can do me a bit of good. Oh, I've wondered and wondered what it would feel like

to jump right up and run across the room, as Blue does, and to think I shall know. His voice dropped almost to a whisper, as if the thought were too precious to speak. The officer pulled out his watch with a hand that trembled. I must be going, little man, he said. I had an hour off duty, so I thought I'd just drop in and say, How do you do? And goodbye.

He held the small hand in a tight squeeze, and then, for Thomas Fitzpatrick, he did a most remarkable thing. He bent over and kissed the uplifted face. Goodbye, called Doodles, as the tall man strode towards the door. And from out of the depths of a husky throat came the answering, Goodbye.

Once more, the policeman's watch told him that it still lacked 15 minutes of school closing. The intervening time was spent in street chats with acquaintances, and some of them appeared to be absorbing. Repromptly on the appointed moment, Fitzpatrick was in the front of the Franklin School, his keen eye on the lookout for Blue.

In the center of the troop of jostling, shouting boys, the officers spied him, and presently the lad was caught on the run by a strong arm. Oh, he laughed. It's you. I was going to give it to whoever was grabbing me that style. Come over here. I've got something to tell you.

Won't he keep? objected Blue. I've important business on hand and can't stop. Yes, you can. Come on. He started across the street, away from the crowd of grinning boys. What is it? You see, I'm due at Hotel Royal at quarter past four, and... Hold on there, Joseph. I'll be back in a jiffy.

You'll have time for anything when I'm through with you, said the officer grimly. What do you mean? cried Blue, startled by Fitzpatrick Manor. It's Doodles? He's all right, poor little kid. The officer shook his head sadly. I've just been out to see him. Oh, then he told you.

He did, and it broke me all up. Blue Stickney, you've got to take my word for it, without any explanation. Don't you waste a cent on that doctor up at that hotel. What? Blue stammered. I mean what I say.

Give him a wide berth and keep wits. Tom Fitzpatrick knows what he's talking about. I started to tell the kid, but it was too much for me. I couldn't do it. Why, I was going to take him up there this afternoon for the first treatment.

I know, it's a shame, but it's lucky you haven't thrown away any five dollars. Are you sure he ain't all right? Blue scowled. Why, he was in the French Army, and he wears epaulets. The policeman gave a short laugh. I'm not saying he isn't all right, am I?

I'm telling you to let him alone and not to breathe a syllable outside, that's all. It's too bad. Blue's forehead puckered into deep lines and ridges. It is that. Agreed the officer, shaking his head sorrowfully, thinking of doodles.

The boy went home in a frenzy. What should he tell his brother? How would he take it? Blue, Stickney, where have you been? What makes you so late?

Did you have to stay after school? Where's Joseph? The eager questions popped out in a breath. We ain't going. Blue threw his cap on the floor and himself into a rocker.

Why not? Tom Fitzpatrick told me not to, and that's all I know. The words came with a fierce snap. But he's been here. He didn't say anything. Why?

I tell you, I don't know. He said to keep away from that doctor and not to laugh. I suppose he's a crook, and the police have got onto it. He had been talking to the floor. Now he glanced up. The little white face, all the eager joy gone out of it,

the big startled eyes that looked past his brother into the long, helpless years ahead. It overpowered Blue's self-command. He put his hands to his face and broke into sobs. Why, Blue, don't. Don't cry, pleaded Doodles.

See, I'm not crying. If that doctor isn't a nice man, God wouldn't have let him cure me anyway. So it is better to know it before I began. Don't cry, please don't. I'm not going to give up.

I'm going to keep on. End of chapter 24