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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 06, 1912, Image 19

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' , sun, as seen through the narrow
little door at the side of, the "milk
wagon, was setting in a sea of
glbry. But glorious with rose
and gold or dullest lead colo, it
mattered not to the milkman
now. Once his heart had thrilled
when the sunset hour came, for
it was the time of delivering milk
at Elsa's door; but, alas! it was
no more
Listlessly the big brown hands
handled the reins. Wearily he de
scended from trie wagonuto leave
a quart at the back door of Mrs.
Smith, who was out for the even
ing and had requested that her
milk be placed in the rear porch.
A fat woman was coming down
the street. Miss 'Colchester, of
course. No one else walked with
such an elephantine tread. The
milkman scowled and looked
away His heart was very sore
over her action. He plodded
around the "house "without sq
'much as lifting his eyes.
Then he heard a scream. A tiny
little garter snake had emerged
from some unsuspected hole and
was wriggling across the side
walk." Miss Colchester's yell
would have donecrediti to a band
of Indians in full war paint. With
a blood-curdling cry .she jumped
and ran for the nearest refuge,
which chanced to be the milk
wagon standing by the walk. She
mounted its step and tried to
- vsqueezetherselfthrough the nar
row door. Tried to only, for the
door was fitted to the slim milk
man. Miss Colchester's unesti
mated ayofdupois proved too
much for it and she stuck fast.
She could neither vget- out nor in.
The milkman's- hprses were
peaceably inclined, but this prov
ed too much for them. At a wild
gallop they started down the
street. Milk was dripping be
hind, cans "were clanking, bottles
were crashing. It was truly in a
perilous position that Miss Col
chestef found herself, yet it was
as ludicrous as could well be im
agined. If she could have got out
of the door she might have been
dragged on the .ground and killed.
But she was securely wedged in.
Apparently she must stay there
until the milk wagon went to
pieces. The men on the street
laughed eyen, while they gave
-chase. It was irresistibly funny.
But the milkman did not stop
to laugh or scowl. He set out
with all his might to rescue a hu
man being in distress, never once
thinking of his grievance. .His
long legs were, active4"' and his
voic.e -restrained his horses from a
distance. Before they had run
twoblocks he had stopped them
and was rushing up to help Miss
Colchester out of her predica
ment. And just at that minute,
while he was tugging wildly at
the fat, unwieldly form, the yellow-painted
wagon of his rival
drove up and. Elsa delicatd as a
flower in pink gingham this tirfie,
with a pink bow in her fair hair
came out with a basin to get
the milk.
"By this time a crowd had gath
ered around the runaway. The
milkman was favored with any
amount of assistance in the diffi
cult task of getting Iiss Coli
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