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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 27, 1912, Image 14

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"What did she tell you?" I in
quired anxiously.
"That I should cros a strange
water (she was thinking, of vis-
iting an aunt in London) and
meet a short, dark man (I am
neither) op the boat and wed him
in six weeks. There !"
Oh, perfidious gypsy!
"Well, she told you one thing
that's true at least I'llvsee that
it's made true. You are going to
marry in six weeks time if I
have to kidnap you."
"Indeed" Peggy wrinkled her
nose.
"Now, I'll tell you what she
read in my palm," I began.
"Yes?" indifferently.
-"That I would walk through
this town with the sweetest girl
in Christendom; that she, loved
me in spite of herself" Peggy
sniffed.
"Don't bother to say more,
Ned. It draws too heavily on
your imagination. Besides", I
looked through the flap of the
tent and saw your bribery."
"What is my sentence?"
"You are so corrupt that you
must have some one to try to re
form you. Someone who is will
ing to devote a lifetime, if nec
essary" "Peggy you mean ?"
A Slow blush deepened in her
face and the smile retreated
from the lips of the dimples
from the dimples to the eyes
and so, gradually, Peggy grew
grave.
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Xfeyour swatting early.
SATURDAY NIGHT
Saturday night is the night for
dad, '
He pockets his weekly pay
And hikes for home where the
youngster waits
For the Sunday'holiday.
Some simple toys and a candy
stick
He buys for the little boy,
And then he runs for the little
home
That harbors "his loveand joy.
.'Saturday night is the night for
dad
There's, a face at the. window
, panev
Watching for him as he comes
from work
And lie Jiears this welcome
i strain: ? ,
"Daddy, I'm, glad that you've
come home,
And I guess that you're glad,
too
For, daddy, thi is Saturday
night,
The night that I sleep with
you."
Saturday night is the night for,
the old tea kettle sings
As father rolls on- the kitchen
floor
And plays with the baby's
things.
And then when the midnight
moonbeams creep
They smile on a little lad
Whose face still .shines with a
little laugh,
- For he sleeps in the arms of-
dad.

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