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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 22, 1913, Image 14

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ana Iiq- gave himself, up to a wild
dream of "cutting a dash with the
natives."
"I'm going to do' things up brown,"
he secretly .yaunte'd. "I'll give jJPiola
the time of fieivllfe. Old Morse has
a neat plum of a fortune and she's a
stake worth playing for?'
The foolish young' man did what
many callow youth similarly cir
cumstanced nad done before him.
There were new suits of clothes,
some gorgeous neckties, a diamond
pin and a Temoval from his former
modest living quarters to a .suite in
the principal hotel of the place.
The first thought that Martin had,
once he had got over the initial
glamour of posing as a gentleman of
means and prospects, was to think of
Viola. He' counted on astonishing
that pretty maiden and her humble
relatives with her liberality and mag
nificence. -
A note camefor Viola one morn
ing inviting ner to anve oyer to a
theater party at a near-by city in "my
new spider trap," and Martin alluded
to the high social 'standing of some
of the others who would make up
the party.
" Martin was very much put out to
receive a courteous but definite reply
to the effect that Viola had a previ
ous engagement He did not realize
that Viola was womanlike enough to
realize that she would not appear to
much advantage in her .plain home
made gown aniong Martin's boasted
devotees of wealth and -fashion.
That-evening Viola did indeed keep
an engagement a village musicale,
and Neal Dorman saw her home and
his 'excellent company somewhat
atoned for what Viola had missed.
For a week Martin sulkedand did
not come near the Morse home. One
afternoon he drove up to the place
in. his elegant turnout. It was one
he had leased for a'month, but he did
not' tell that ' ' , -
' Viola had heard of some of -his
extravagances and her father, a prac
tical old phflosopherJiad "sadown
hard" on the young spendthrift. Still;
Viola was kind-hearted. She had dis
appointed Martin as to the theater
invitation and felt that it would-be
no harm to accept his company on,
the present occasion.
It was a pleasant enough drive, al
though Martin rather disgusted her
with his boasting of all the money
he was spending. Just as they were
passing a bridge the horse took flight
and veered.
"Oh, dear take care," warned
Viola.
"The line has broken!" and with
the words Martin leaped free-of he
vehicle. This upset spilling Viola,to
the ground. The horse dashed across
a field. A cry of pain came from
Viola's, lips. , ,
"Hurt?" inquired Martin, but stari
ing anxiously after the runaway. 1 .
"I fear my ankle Is sprained. "Ofil,
Mr. Martin, I feel so faint! W.on't
.you try to get me home to mother?'
'"In a minute. There's a barbed
wire fence at the end of the field. If
the horse should run into that it
would cost me a,pretty penny," and
off he dashed. j
x Poor Viola closed her eyes, help
less and in. terrible pain. She felt
herself at the point of swooning
Home was not far away, but j she
could, pot possibly rise to herfeet
"Why, Miss Morse!" cried an
anxious voice, and running a -wheel-
barrow filled with bags before him
Neal Dorman appeared on the scene
-"J saw the runaway. Tell me are
you injured?"
Viola explained weakly and pleadT
to be.taken.home. In a trice Dorman
had arranged the empty bags upon,
the wheelbarrow.
"It may not be very comfortable,"
he explained. " ,
"Never mind' that, I -am -In sucfu
pain, I want to see mother."
Neal's heart- beat mightily as,
transferring that dainty form to the
barrow, Viola's soft hands clasped?
his neck. He "bestowed her, tenderlv;
withifl the improvised vehicle TheiU

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