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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 03, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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port'ns; the homo. The engagement
had beep announced. Old Michael,
when the girl- came to the house,
took her chin in his hands and look
ed into her eyes.
"Do you understand what mar
riage is going to mean to you?" he
asked grimly. "The never ceasing
toil, the struggle to keep things go
ing? Have you looked round and
seen the other millhands' wives?"
Tears of dismay came into the
girl's eyesv With a muttered apology
Michael let her go. Everybody knew
he was queer; it was no use trying to
explain an old man's pessimism to
youth.
"Michael," exclaimed his wife one
morning, when he hurried home for
his lunch, "there, s a gentleman wait
ing in the parlor for you."
"For me?" inquired Michael.
"Who is he?"
"He says he's a lawy.er from Phil
adelphia," Katherine answered, and
Michael went in. The visitor, a
sprucely dressed, middle-aged man,
came forward and shook hands
briskly.
"You are Mr. Michael Peters?" he
asked.
"I am, sir," answered Michael.
"What was the name of the brother
you left in New York some thirty
years ago?" asked the lawyer.
"My brother's name was Phil, sir.
But I haven't heard of him since I
came here."
"He is dead," said the lawyer. "And
he has left you all his money five
thousand dollars."
Michael sat down feebly. ''You're
sure, sir?" he inquired.
The lawyer smiled and pulled a
document out of his pocket. "Sign
this," he said, "and the money will be
in ygur hands within twenty-four
hours. Happily there, is no doubt of
your identity. By the way, are you
thinking of investing it? I shalLe
hapDy to offer my advice." m
"I'll take it first, to seewhaWt
looks like, sir," said - old Micbjgel.
"Then maybe I'll buy a little farm." ;
"Well, you 'Miict suit yourself," the
lawyer answered.
Two days later the old man sat
staring at $5,000" in bills, which he
had placed upon the table. Opposite
him sat his wife.
"What do you think of a farm,
Katherine, woman?" he asked.
"You've worked hard all you life, and
I guess we'll be able to take life easier
now. A little farm down south, with
a girl to help you "
Katherine wept.
"What's the matter, woman?" in
quired old Michael irritably. "You
always said you wished we could
have a rest in our old age, and here
we are with the chance come to us
out of nowhere. Why don't you
laugh?"
Katherine was looking at him with
a tender smile upon her hps that he
had not seen in many a year."
"Michael, dear," she said, going
over to him and putting , her arms
round him, "I know what's in :your
mind."
"What is it, then?" he growled.
"It's giving a chance to Donald,"
she answered. "Michael, dear, we're
two old people and not likely to live
long. It wouldn't be right to keep
the money, dear. That's what you're
thinking."
'Well, what if it is, woman?" cried
Michael.
"It's a college course for the boy,
and maybe enough left over to start
a home for- him and Maisie. 0,
Michael,.doesn't it make you happier
to think that we can give Donald his
chance after all?"
"I guess you're right, my dear,"
old Michael answered. "I can make
my old legs keep moving for-a few
years longer."
At six o'clock next morning Mich
ael leaped out of bed when the whis
tle blew, as gaily as a boy.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
o o
A good share of the membership
of the Philadelphia Fencers' Club i3
composed of women.

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