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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 03, 1913, Image 18

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"LITTLE MISS DIMITY"
By Selina Elizabeth Higgins.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"The end of a long journey!" said
Ernest Brill, with a sigh of satisfac
tion, as he' knocked at the door of a
humble little cottage in Virden.
Outside half a dozen poorly dressed
but happy faced children were play
ing at skipping1 rope. A sign nailed
up on the fence post read: "Z. Bay
lor, Shoes -Mended." In his shirt
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Clutched the Doorpost Convulsively.
sleeves and leather apron, the cobbler
himself came to the door.
"Mr. Naylor s?" inquired the
young law clerk briskly and with
pleasantness.
"That's me," nodded the old man.
He had one of those patient pleading
faces one sees in ancient pictures.
His hands were, worB and gnarled, his
whole appearance and that of the dis
ordered room behind him spoke of
poverty and privation.
"I represent Brown & Bradley,
lawyers, Macon," Announced Brill. "I
came "
A deep shadow crossed the face of
the old man, a humid veil clouded his
eyes. He clutched the door post con
vulsively. Then he bent his head in
an abject way like a person dealt a
crushing blow.
"I know without your telling me,"
he spoke sorrowfully. "John Andrews
has found me out again. It's the old
worry and persecution over again, I
suppose."
"You are mistaken, Mr. Naylor,"
dissented Ernest brightly. "I know
all about John Andrews, but I came
not to bring you trouble, but good
news."
"Break it gently then, friend, for
I'm not used to it," replied Naylor,
pathetically, the ghost of a smile on
his wan features.
fit is this," explained Brill: "A
good many years ago you were in
terested in a busines concern that
failed. After nearly a decade in liti
gation a distribution has been or
dered to the creditors. They consist
mostly of parcels of real estate. You
have been apportioned a little farm of
forty acres over in the next county.
I visited it on my way here. It is no
great thing, but your children will
greet it as a paradise and you will
find rest and comfort after your hard,
hard life."
The old man stood swaying to and
fro. His haggard face expressed in
credulity. Suddenly he sank to the
doorstep, howed his head in his hands
and sobbed out .his overpowering
emotions. When he looked up it was
with three words:
"My friend," spoke Brill, placing
a gentle hand upon the shoulder of
his host, "I have become deply inter
ested in your case. You are known
to many a law firm as "The Migratory
Debtor.' We of the bar know fujly
w,hat that means. Years ago you
owed John Andrews some five hu.u-
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