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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 01, 1912, Image 20

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"And this brave little child
followed poor Snowball," said
Wilfrid. "Officer, is the amount
very much?"
"Forty dollars and costs," was
. the reply, with a sympathetic
look at the child. "I'd pay it out
of my own pocket if I wasn't a
poor man.
"If I pay it, will you release the
cow?" asked Wilfrid.
"Yes, and throw off my fees,
gladly," replied the officer.
Wilfrid was parting with a
hard-earned, proudly-prized sav
ings, but he felt like a royal king
as the transaction was completed,
a slanting platform run up to the
car, and Snowball delivered into
his keeping.
The officer wiped away a sus
picious moisture from his eye as
the little girl threw her arms
around the neck of the snowy
white animal, cried over her re
covered pet and then laughed for I
joy.
It was only ten miles back to
her home. Wilfrid led Snowball
with a halter. Part of the way
the girl rode on her back.
Somehow the people of the
town found out what the strange
procession meant An enterpris
ing reporter eagerly gathered up
the material for a good story, and
when Wilfrid left the happy child
and her pet at her home, the wires
were clicking an incident of rare
human interest all over the coun
try. The afternoon papers had it,
including the Brandon Evening
Telegram.
"I told you Wilfrid was worth
while. I knew he had the mak-j
ing of a grand man in him and
what do you say now, Daniel
Brackett?" demanded Miss Cyn
thia at the Brackett home at eight
o'clock that evening. She point
ed to the newspaper ' she had
brought with her on her impetu
ous, unceremonious visit.
"Yes," answered Mr. Bratkett
humbly. "Wilfrid is a splendid
boy."
"You start right out finding
him, Daniel Brackett," ordered
the spinster sharply, "or I'll never
speak to you again."
"No need, father! Miss Par
ker!" cried a cheery voice, and
the boy in question burst into the
room.
The warm, fatherly greeting
made everything all right, but it
was the. emotional Miss Cynthia
who caressed" Wilfrid and wept
over him, and was proud, of him ,
for his unselfishness.
"There's that fifty dollars,
father," said Wilfrid in a busi
ness like way, placing a roll.,of
bills on the table.
Mr. Brackett pushed it back
sheepishly. Miss Lydia's eyes
twinkled. Her would-be suitor
sidled xup to her.
"That question I asked you'this
morning, Iydia?" he insinuated
gently
Miss Warner placed a loving
arm about Wilfrid.
"I'll think about the answer,"
she said simply.
o o
"Why, Billie, how you grow."
"Yes, auntie. I think they -water
me too much. Why, Pm bathed
night and morning."

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