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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 28, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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A PIECE OF TIN
By John Gregg.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
A dusty piece of tin-plate, one side
of which bore the legend", "Tompkins
Avenue !"
Carol Marston, the young lawyer,
looked at it idly. It was lying in a
dry ditch beside the roadway, on the
outskirts of the town. Some prowling
dog had probably unearthed it from
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the six inches of soil in which it had
lain for years.
The discovery seemed not of the
smallest importance. Marston had
long since dismissed it from his mind
when he had a call from pretty Elsie
Vincent.
"Sit down, Miss Vmcent." he said,
offering her a chair He knew her by
sight, although they had never spok-
i
I en to each other. "What can I do for
you?"
"I want to bring a suit against the
Richards company," answered Miss
Vincent. "They engaged me by the
month as telephone operator in their
new apartment house at New avenue
and Seventh street, and dismissed me
on the seventh with a week's pay be
cause they-are cutting out the serv
ice." '
"Well, you seem to have a clear
case, Miss Vincent," said the young
lawyer, after he had Jearned some
further particulars. The flagrant
meanness of the action stung him.
Old Sol Richards had the reputation
of being the meanest man in town;
but this was worse than anything he
had done, for Lewis Vincent had
started him in business, twenty years
before.
Lewis -Vincent had died when Elsie
was a baby. He had once been weal
thy, but had backed a note for Rich
ards, and when he died it was found
that all the property had to go to
meet it, Richards being insolvent.
The man had become wealthy since
then, but he had never repaid the
money, and there was no legal claim
on him.
"And I just mean to get this forty
five dollars out of the old skinflint,"
said Elsie to Carol Marston. "Just to
show him what I think of him. Now,
why is it, if I have a clear case, no
other lawyer will take it?"
"You have tried?" inquired Carol.
"Yes,'f the girl admitted. "You see,
Mr. Marston " here she blushed
prettily "you seemed so ypung."
Carol smiled rather grimly. "I
guess they are all afraid of Richards,"
he said. "That's why. He is a man of
considerable influence, you know.
But I will take your case and win it,
too."
"And I have a lot at the corner of
Tompkins avenue and Seventh
street," the girl confided "so I can
pay you by selling that. .It is all fath
er had to leave me, and it isn't worth
more than a couple of hundred dol-

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