In Old Chicago Page #10

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Won't you, please?

Dion, any | word of them?

No. No, I've been | all over the North Shore.

There's not | a trace of them.

You stay with Gretchen. | I'll look.

No. I'm gonna try | the South Shore.

Mommy!

Mommy.!

Mommy.! Mommy.!

Mommy.!

Ma. Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Heaven be praised! | It's Dion! Oh, Dion!

- Oh, Ma! | - Dion!

- Oh, Ma! | - Oh, Dion, Dion!

- Ma! | - Are you hurt?

Come on. Come on up | out of the wet.

- Oh, my child. | - Ma.

Where are the others?

Bob and Gretchen | and the baby are all right.

And Jack?

Oh, Ma.

He's dead?

- Did you make it up with him? | - Yes.

Then I'll not be weepin'.

It's the livin' | that need lookin' after.

Belle...

- Belle? | - What kind of a woman are you...

with that kind of a heart | and him your husband?

It's gone, and | my boy's gone with it.

But what he stood for | will never die.

It was a city of wood, | and now it's ashes.

But out of the fire | will be coming steel.

You didn't live | to see it, my lad...

no more than your | father did before you.

God rest the two of you.

But there's Dion left, | and his children to come after.

He'll have his dream, Ma.

Nothing can lick Chicago, | any more than it could lick him.

Aye. That's the truth.

We O'Learys | are a strange tribe.

There's strength in us.

And what we set out to do, | we finish.

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