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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 25, 1912, Image 18

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r dressing is shown in a little shop
off Fifth ave. which deals in wo
men's wear. The small show win
dow is fixed up like an ante-room,
, with wainscoated walls, and fur
nished with a few pieces of hand
, some antique furniture.
Thej-e is never more than one
article-exhibited, and that, wheth
, er it be a wrap, gown or hat, is al
. lowed to lie carelessly on a chair,
as thoqgh it had been dropped
there without a thought of at
t tracting notice to it.
, DAILYHORTSTORYt
e Robinett's Rescue.
t Robinett, at all times a, poor
n swimmer, had ventured much
farther out than usual. At last,
3 becoming very weary, he turned
and paddled in his clumsy dog-
xasnion tor the shore. He was
surprised to note how far he had
5 come. The beach 'seemed miles
away. He was very tired oh,
very tired. Surely somewhere
X. lllfl' ' fT. . t . ,
$w.ln'- ne rnea, ana lound no
& bottom. iTt was vcrv ynrA t-n o-o-
gj?omgfagain. His rapid, rotary
ktnotions'were verv weak nnw
r Down he went asrain. this time.
involuntarily. And then he Teal-
lzed that he was rlrnwntnrr rmi-..
IJrtwo -bathers, gamboling in the
swarm, green water, were in sight.
ffr "HelpJ" cried Robinett, in
J hoarse ' alarm. "Help help!"
- The last cry went out in a series
( of gurgles as, his mouth filled
, with water. He rose again. One
"of the bathers was coming rapid
f ly, pushing a light log.
"Help hurry Jiur" gurgled
Ro"binett, floundering like a
hooked trout.
After that he knew very little,
save that the bather, .a young
woman with the face and form of
an Athenian -goddess, had man
aged to bundle him on the log in
some sort of fashion, and'tliat
when he came to, in the mext
world or in this, he was going to
hunt her out; and marry her if it
toqk all summer. Robinett was
23.
When he came to conscious
ness a pair of fiends were rolling
him face downward over a huge
rock barbed with steel spikes.
B-r-r-r! But he was sick and
soaked. The rock quickly resolv
ed itself into a commonplace bar
rel, however, and then he saw
that his pair of fiends consisted of
the beautiful Venus-lady of the
rescue and a rather fat, red-faced,
businesslike man of about 40.
"Mad-mad-madam, I," began
Robinett, and the fatu man
thumped him against, the barrel
until he almost lost conscious
ness again.
"Let him up," commanded the
young woman, in softest, silvery
tones. "He's coming around all
right."
They released him then, and
the businesslike man hit Robinett
an awful iolt in the back, so thai-
he stumbled.
"Don't hit him, you great, awk
ward creature!" frowned the wo-,
man. "There's no more water in
his lungs."
Robinett sank upon, the sand
and got back his breath.
"Madam," he panted, "I owe you
iMMMMAAMMi
.? . rJ
Ji & t jfegTife'
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