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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 29, 1913, Image 18

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THE BROKEN MIRROR
By Gertrude Mary Sheridan.
, (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
If there was one person in the
world who believed thai it was bad
lnck to break a mirror, it was Wal
ter Lane. He had reason for his con
viction, for he was a practical vic
tim of that misfortune. The senti
mental superstitious element did not
particularly appeal to him. It was
the hard, real dollars and cents in
volved that brought him face to face
"What Do You Expect Me to Do?"
with two gaunt giant facts dis
charge and poverty.
It was no ordinary six-by-ten look
ing glass that Walter had joggled
against and toppled to the floor. It
was an eight-by-sixteen-feet plate
glass mirror, one of the finest ever
turned out by Richland & Co., the big
glass firm of the city. In getting it
ready for delivery, some one stum
bled over a supporting frame and the J
costly mirror was shivered to atoms.
Walter Lane had been in the em
ploy of Richland & Co. fon over a
year. He was held responsible for
the damage, although personally he
had no hand in the disaster. There
were some hot words. Walter felt
the injustice of burdening his shoul
ders with the entire responsibility;
but he was discharged, his accumu
lated wages held back, and threats
of a suit to recover the balance of
the damages made.
"And about all I know is the kind
of business that house does, and of
course, they will blacklist me every
where with the trade," mourned
Walter.
He felt pretty forlorn as he walk
ed slowly homewards. The frown-on
his brow deepened as concurrent
troubles assailed his thoughts. There
was the new suit he had paid ten
dollars on,i and no chance of getting
the wages that were due him. The
suit in turn brought up the sweet,
winsome face of Leah Moore. There
was a notable operatic event on the
books for Friday evening, only two
days ahead. He had invited Leah,
and although she had several other
invitations for that evening, she ac
cepted his own, so pleased and pleas
ant that it had made his heart bound.
And now an emotion akin to
shame brought a flush to his cheek.
He was proud, and it would be a
great humiliation to confess his in
ability to meet the engagement. But
he was straightforward and truthful.
Therefore he must give up all
thought of Leah, for a moneyless
man and one without prospects is not
generally encouraged by the prospec
tive fiancee.
"I can't face her," reflected Walter.
"IH 'phone her this evening, and that
will mean good-bye!"
It was distressing to think of it,
and Walter's spirits sank lower as he
proceeded on his way. Then a sharp
slap on the shoulder brought him to
a halt and turning, he faced bluff and
hearty grizzled old Jerry Gowan..

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