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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 23, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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departure. Mary's absence that
fevening at a neighbor's house. The
voices hsM been bom of his own con
science, and, weakened and over
strained, he had heard them exter
nally. Unless unless they had been
sent by some beneficent power to aid
and warn him.
"Mary," he said later that day,
"when I get well I think I shall give
up my researches. Let younger men
take up the work. I have done with
them."
He saw the tears in her eyes.
"I'm a selfish old beast, my dear,"
he added. "But I think I'm putting
on wings now."
But only the professor understood.
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YOUTH
By Berton Braley.
We Old Men try to fight them back
With all our craft and all our skill,
With every trick and every knack
Of brain and heart and soul and
Will,
But, oh, the Young Men follow
still;
They ask and will not be denied,
And, though they never mean us
ill,
We feel them thrusting us aside!
Upon our olden gods we call
And to our ancient shrines we cling
But still without our castled wall
The Young Men's voices clearly
ring.
Upon their heads our wrath we
fling,
Our cannon-shot upon them rain,
Our strategy and wiles we bring
Against their ranks but all in vain!
Behind our barriers we stand
(Experience and Age and Power),
But Youth lays siege on every hand
And crowds us closer every hour;
The young men shell our moated
tower,
They batter down each wall and
gate,
And, though we glare and though
we glower,
At last ve mast capitulate.
WINS $10000 STORY PRIZE,
BUT DAD IS PROUD BECAUSE
SHE IS A VERY GOOD COOK
Miss Leona Dalrmyple.
Nearly everybody dreams at one
time or another of going home some
day to find a mysterious stranger
who tells him that he has fallen heir
to a fortune and hands him forthwith
a check for $10,000. The other day
this dream came true for a young girl
living in Passaic, New Jersey.
She is Leona Dalrymple, who, on
returning from an afternoon walk,
found the head of "the Reilly-Britton
Publishing Co. of Chicago waiting
her arrival with a $10,000 check and
the information that she had won
it with her story, "Diane of the Green
Van," which she had submitted in a
story-writing contest conducted by
his firm.
Miss Dalryrnple is barely 20, but
she has beea writing ever since she
was a hitie girl. She is musical as
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