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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 13, 1912, Image 19

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"Well, he'll have to wait two lull
months for this one.'
"He's patient, dear," said
Laura! "Oh, Bob, I feel -so pleased
with old Staggers, as they call
hint. He's given up drinking and
is saying up money. And what do
you think? He is actually talking
of getting married to a widow
who owns a restaurant car. I have
an idea he is counting on fhat suit
of yours for the Wedding.'
"Well, good by," smiled Bob.
''Home the earliest I can, and
cleac water, dear, believe -me."
A fine fellow of his word, hon
est Bob went his way. A big
hearted little philanthropist
Laura proceeded to the yard.
"That was my husband, "Mr.
Staggers," she said.
"Yes'm; often seen him; often
remarked how happy he oughter
be with, a wife like you," bowed
'and scraped the politic tramp.
"That suit he has on-1 told
him you were waiting for it." .
Staggers only grinned his de
light at the anouncement.
"You have made me very glad
the way you have improved,"
commended the lady.
"See here,. mum," said the
tramp, "the fellow who wouldn't
try and- make good after being
treated like a man as you have
done, is no gentleman. That
stfitl" added Stagger loatulg
Iy, ''say, 1 dream about it nights.
Tve sore of made it the top stone
of respectability. My, ryofi't I
shiner I'm deeply grateful, mum,
truly, humbly grateful."
"Everybody's 'just as happy all
around as they can be," mur
mured Mrs. Ainslee, as she went
into the house. "I'll just be bravf
till Bob gomes home, if it's dayn
light. Poor fellow-, he doesnToP'
ten stay out nights." a
Staggers finished his task
Then he came around to the back
door to report. Mrs. Ainslee
handed him a half dollar.
"Time was when that four bhyj
would have meant what I once
thought -was a good time," rumi
nated Staggers .' "None of it now.
I'll celebrate with a meal and a
nickel show, thought Why not?
J've enough-saved up for ihe wed
ding, and fith t&al suitf
Staggera felt quite proud as he
thought" tf the anticipated garb.
He welit to a restaurant, sat at a
real table? and did very "jiely on
a 20-'cnt meal. Then, he strolled
around, for an hour," and finally
landed at a nickel moving picture
show. ? .
Once settled in a comfortable
seat, Staggers was loath to give
up tjie lights, ifie warntth and the
soothing excitemjent. He heard
some one say; it was raining out
side. lilrs. Ainslee had eriv&i him
Un ouinbreya, and Staggers felt
prouaiyvnatfnejaia not nave to
dodge the showers.
He sat through the perform
ances of the" same thing over and
over again. It was 11 o'clock
when he followed the crowd out
to the street. It was drizzling a
trifle. Staggers started home
ward. The-streets were pretty
well deserted. As he passed
well-known hotel several gentle
men came out, shook hands m
parting, and1 one of them, .turning

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