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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 20, 1913, Image 19

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undertake a confidential mission.
This lady was deserted by her hus
band in Illinois two years ao. He's
Hooper of the Cleaves-Smith Com
pany. What's the matter? You don't
know him, do you?"
"I know a friend of his," answered
Jim softly.
"Mrs. Hooper insists on seeing
him. She thinks it would bring about
a reconciliation and avoid trouble."
"I think it would be better to beat
his head off, sir," said Jim.
"How dare you abuse my hus
band!" stormed the little lady, rising,
and Jim subsided humbly.
"It's too late to get there before
the store closes," said the head of
the firm. "But perhaps on Monday
morning you could take her "
"I can take her tonight," said Jim.
"I know where he dines. But if
there's any chance of a row "
"I am not that kind of woman,"
cried Mrs. Hooper. "I believe in love.
If my poor husband was enticed away
from me I can win him back the
moment I set eyes on him. He loves
me, but he is weak."
"We'll strengthen him, Mrs. Hoop
er," said Jim, smiling. "Where, shall
I call for you tonight?"
He met her by appointment and
took her to Trimble's in a taxicab.
The thought of the publicity made
him wince; but then, it was for Nan
cy's sake. A survey of the restau
rant, however, did not reveal Hooper
or Nancy.
"Mr. Hooper, sir?" inquired the
porter. "I heard him order a cab to
take him to the Central station not
five minutes ago. Yes, there was a
lady with him."
"Get me another cab," yelled Jim.
"Centrakstation as hard as you can
go," he shouted, as he hoisted Mrs.
Hooper i3ide. "Ten dollars f you
makejt in fifteen minutes."
JinT was able to spend money
sometimes.
The driver won the prize, and Jim,
self, dashed into,, the waiting rooml
The mepnhone was just announcircj
the der ture of the Chicago train.
Jim hurried round, glancing wildly
about him. He could not see Hooper
or Nancy. The travelers were stream
ing toward the gate. Yes! There,
waiting timidly behind a pillar, he
saw her. .He sprang toward her.
"Nancy! You were going away
with that man!" he cried.
"What is that to you?" demanded
the girl, in a trembling voice.
JT11 show you. Where is he?"
"He's getting the tickets," .she fal
tered. "Listen, Jim! He loves me.
He wants me to go with him. We
are to be married on our arrival. Jim
please don't make a scene. It isn't
wrong, Jim!"
She was half crying, and the reac
tion bewildered her. She hardly knew
what she was saying! Jim waited
grimly for Hooper to come. He had
forgotten his companion. ' "
A cry, confusion, and' -everybody
was streaming' toward tne entrance.
Jim saw the porters running. There
were calls of "Police!" He could see
nothing for the crowd": Presently it
dispersed, and a grinning mob made
their way back.,toward their places.
"What's the trouble?;' Jim in
quired. ' ",
"Just a man and wife .fight," an
swered a porter. VLittle woman in
black five feet nothing. Big man,
six-footer. Name of Hooper, I fancy,
and he'd abandoned her. She had him
down by the throat and was choking
the life out of him when the cops
came."
Jim looked at Nancy, and then an
infinite pity for the girl came over
him. He had failed, not she; for she
needed the love and guardianship of
a strong man. Henceforward, he
vowed, he would command, not sue,
because her nature needed" that. Arid
with his pity came a renewal of his
love which, he knew, would never
leave him.
He put his arm around her and led
her from the station.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman,.)
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