Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 June 1941 — Page 31

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Today's Short Story

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#4: I NEVER knew his surname. = Doubtless even those who were full “~grown when he first came to Dun~sdonnell had forgotten it. Indeed “there is no village in all of Ireland sswhere surnames have less value than in Dundonnell. There, a man identified by some trait or peuliarity — always provided, howsever, that the appellation is not desrogatory, #=% He had come to Dundonnell as a i= man of middle age. He walked with = & seemingly painful limp. He bore #~deep scars on his face, not harsh or gly scars, but rather scars that gave his fine-chiseled handsome .. features a look of tense sadness. His ,=xeyes had the most absorbing look %:I have ever seen in the eyes of any “man. They were dark, intelligent, sscompelling eyes. When he smiled %& with you in a moment of joy they Sawere laughing eyes. When he sym- “= pathized with you in the hour of ~wsorrow they were filmed by a soft a~dark mist. - a ® 8 8 : * PERHAPS his early life would “emake a great story. Perhaps the scars and theé'limp were the insigna =of heroic ‘sacrifice. Perhaps he had +. sought sanctuary in the isolated “mountain village of Dundonnell in

suflight from his Gethsemane to for-| s*get a tragic past. I did not know|-|j

3 em. I do not know now. It is _ SPibbable that I will never know as ~--he is dead this score of years. But ~ what the generation of my day and myself definitely know is that there * never was a more kindly or sympathetic man in the entire mountain ~“district., One stood in his presence with reverence as one might stand —Jefore the altar of a simple little * “country church in the hushed silent --—dusk. I knew him only as John ~~ 0f the Glen. ~The older people who remem- : bered when he first came said he “was not of the Irish race at all Be that as it may he quickly * adapted himself to the customs and language of the mountain. He was "a fluent speaker of Gaelic with the ~’exception of certain nasal sounds —which few alien to the sod ever master. It was as a singer of folk “songs that he excelled, however. .. Haunting melodies they were. 3 #2 2 8 JOHN O' THE GLEN loved to ...Sing. He sang at weddings. He ~ sang at christenings. He was always the first to sing at the annual Christmas concert at Dundonnell. Particularly? did he love to sing to

children. Little merry songs, little]

Wmns, little lullabies he sang to them. Not that his tenor voice had

great pitch. It was not that at all: |

- but like his eyes, there was a magnetic force in it. It was seldom indeed that 'a famous visitor came to Dundonnell. But there came a day when an il= lustrious stranger did come to spend Christmas in the peaceful retreat of Dundonnell’ Lodge. A great singer he was whose name was| known in the capitals of the world. His art. had: brought him great wealth. He was no less a personage | than the Great MacRusso. It was with a combined feeling of awe and humility that a delegation composed of the parish priest, the village schoolmaster and three of the feminine leaders of the community . called on the Great MacRusso, bade him welcome and invited: him to be the first to sing at the approaching Christmas concert. The Great MacRusso accepted the pledge of fealty. He also accepted the invitation. He beamed upon them the benigh smile of the indulgent father to the toddling child. 3 ® 8 =» “THE NIGHT of the concert the Great MacRusso stood on the

schoolhouse stage. He- clasped his fully

soft white hands in front of his expansive paunch. He rolled his eyes heavenward. He sang. The like of that singing was never heard in Dundonnell before or since. Melodious ‘notes flowed! from the throat of ‘the Great Mac-| Russo in a torrent. The song was in a foreign tongue. Few, if any, understood a word of it, but the priest who had been educated in. 2 oF whispered to the schoolmasthat it was a song about a bar-

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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By William Ferguson

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Glen!” chorused a hundred juvenile voices.

THE GREAT MacRusso paused. He stamped on the floor. He bellowed like a mad bull. He draped his long coatails over his arms. He strutted from the stage. He barged out the door. Consternation struck ;the leading luminaries of Dundonnell. The priest, the schoolmaster and the feminine leaders stood appalled. Then came the piping voice of a ragged lad from the corner. “We want John o’' the Glen!” he shouted. “We want John o’ the Glen!” responded the juvenile chorus. : “Please sing for them, John,” said the priest. * : John o’ the Glen limped painacross the stage. There was laughter in his great dark eyes. He sang a song in Gaelic about leprechauns and fairies, about magic wands and silver bells, about boats of crystal that skimmed across moonlit seas without sail or oar or rudder. There was an avalanche of applause from young There was a thunder of approbation fromthe old. The parish priest walked up

“They may ' praise MacRusso in the big cities of the

admire his great talent and bend the knee of his great wealth, but yours, John, is the greater understanding. Yours is the sweeter

Tomorrow: “Too Late by Martin| 35

IFIRST LADY RETURNS

$1000 LECTURE FEE

WASHINGTON, June 12 (U. P). —Mrs. Franklii D. Roosevelt plans to return.$500 to the Mary Fletcher Hospital Auxiliary of Burlington, Vt..— her share of a $1000 fee she received for a lecture before the auxiliary last week. Mrs. Roosevelt visited Burlington to aid the auxiliary raise funds for the Mary Fletcher Hospital. After her lecture she was paid the $1000 fee—$100 more than was taken in at the box office. Rep. Charles A. Plumley (R. Va.) criticized Mrs. Roosevelt's acceptance of the fee in a house . “Obviously, she believes that charity begins at home, meaning in the premises, in her bank account,” he Mrs. Roosevelt said that half of the $1000 went to her agent. She

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