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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 09, 1912, Image 14

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talked with tfye little fellow who
had not joined in the games. He
patted him on the shoulder and
said: "Willie, I am glad I met
you. Write me a letter now and
v then, and I will find time to an
swer." Before they parted he
gave the boy a coin.
A few weeks later a great poli
tical campaign was on. The gov
ernor1 was making his greatest
fight. His every move was watch
ed by his eneniies, and his
strength was taxed to the utmost.
It was the turning point in his ca
reer. He was not fighting for self
alojie, for an army of followers
had cast their fortunes with him.
After the battle, while the votes
were being counted, the candidate
for re-election sought rest and
solitude in his private office
waiting for returns from outlying
districts. His fate would be
known byi midnight. If the elec
tion went against him he would
be ruined. He had neglected his
business interests; his health was
broken ; and his private fortune
had been swept away.
At last the message came. He
placed the receiver to- his ear and
. heard the word, "Defeated." The
nerves of steel relaxed, and a
queer light came into the tired
eyes. He opened a drawer in the
desk before him and taking out a
revolver, eyed the instrument of
death.
He cast a lingering look about
him. His glance was attracted by
an envelope lying unopened
among his papers. It was snjall
and soiled. He toretit open and
a parcel fell to the floor.' He
stooped and picked it up. Done
up in a piece of brown paper was
a coin. He opened the letter and
read the rough scrawl :
"Dear Governor: This is from
Willie. I wanted to send you
something, and all I hav& is the
coin you gave me a year ago. It
will help wu to remember me. I
may not-be here when you come
again, as I heard the doctor whis
per to the nurse that I would not
live long; but I am glad and
thankful for evecy day. I-often
wished I might become a great)
and brave man like you. VE am in
bed all the time now, but Iiam
very happy because everybqdy is
so kind."
Tears gathered in the eyes of
the defeatedtandidate. He quick
ly placed the gun back in the
drawer. Then he stood erect and
the old gleam of courage came
back into his eyes. He wrapped
the coin in the piece of irown pa
per, and placing it in the corner of
his walletj-valked from the room
to meet the world again, his face
flooded with peace and happiness.
The coin was the beginning of
a new hope which in future years
blossomed into renewed great-"
ness and success.
-o o-
He I can tell a woman's age;
no matter how old she is.
She-What a brute you must
be? i '
The methodical 'fellow who '
keeps an umbrella at the office
and one at home is always half
way down town when the rain be- ,
gins.
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