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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 27, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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A "LIVE WIRE"
By Augustus Goodricn aherv'in
The bride-to-be had tried on her
"wedding fineryfor the first time, but
her glance was not at the mirror. The
eager, lovely face was turned to hci
closest friend, Nina Wilson, hunger
ing for the approbation she knew
would be sincere.
"Is it pretty?" she aske danxiously.
"Dear," answered Nina, "it is sim
ply ravishing!"
"You next, I hope," said Helen
"you and Ransom. Oh, if that could
Engaged in BriefConversation.
be I should feel I was not entirely
saying goodbye to the dear, beautiful
girlhood, hours!"
Nina was silent. She bent her face
lower, flushing deeply. Upon this, the
happiest day in the life, of the friend
she ardently loved, she had not the
heart to dampen her joy, nor could
she reveal a secret that made her
pulses beat the quicker when she
thought of it.
Yes, Ransom Lamar had been at
tentive to her. Until another came
upon the scene, Nina's love for Helen
had almost drifted her into encour
aging him. Then she had met Dale
Everett. Helen. never liked his quiet,
unobtrusive ways. He had no fire, no
initiative, she scolded her friend. Yet
something under the surface with the
studious, thoughtful young man had
won from Nina a secret regard she
could not repress.
Meantime the object of her
thoughts, this same Dale Everett,
driving through a village not ten
miles distant, halted as he saw a for
lorn group hedged in by three town
officials. The surrounded group .con
sisted of a violinist, another with a
cello and two others with a cornet
and a drum. At a glance Dale dis
cerned that they were poor travel
ing musicians. The officers were talk
ing loudly.
"What is the trouble?" inquired
Dale, bringing his machine to a halt.
It was soon explained. Hillside was
a strict town. Nothing went without
a license. These men had started
one of their concerts without secur
ing the necessary permission. They
had no money. The law was about
to confiscate their instruments until
the penalty was paid.
"How much?" asked Dale simply.
"Ten dollars."
"Let the poor fellows have their
swing," said Dale, extending a bank
note.
He motored on, smiling at the vio
linist who in :an excess of gratitude
wept tears of joy over his cherished
instrument and shouted broken
words of blessing after his kind bene
factor. Dale had agreed to come early
from the city to assist in getting the
garden and lawn in .order for the
grand evening fete. Electric wires
had been stretched from tree to tree,
there was a bower from, which a
hired orchestra half hidden by the
charming foliage" was to discourse
sweet music. Half a hundred elec
tric bulbs were to rival the stars.
Arrived at Windemere, as the

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