“I never saw one,” admitted the other.
“So you do b’lieve 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 goin’ to walk!” he muttered. “And he can’t,—ever, ever, ever!” hammering out the words with passionate force. “O God, why?” The old, old question clamored in his heart.
On one end of the Courant 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 seen 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.