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

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THE HONORED GUEST
By Alvah Jordan Garth.,
"Not a friend in the world!" said
Rufus Deane, desolately, at 6 o'clock
in the morning.
"A nest of comfort and true hearts
to cherish me," he added that same
evening.
For years he had lived alone, occu
pying a -wretched attic room with a
Startled at a Conversation Going on
Below.
poor family in the slums. Long since
he had lost the use of both his lower
limbs. He had been confined to the
one apartment, his wants attended to
by his landlord, but living in the most
narrow way. Somehow he managed
to scrape up the few dollars required
to pay for board and keep each Sat
urday night.
Then that day there had come to
his lonely habitation a pretty, neat,
but plainly dressed young girL
"I am Rhoda Leslie," she said. '1
was Rhoda Merrill. Do you remem
ber the name?" j
"Merrill?" repeated Mr. Deane. "I
ought to! It was that of my best
friend, Robert Merrill."
"My father," said Rhoda, and her
eyes were filled with tears as she
noted the helpless condition of this
once proud and wealthy man. "He
never forgot, and I never will. I
thought ycu in another country, or
dead. It was only yesterday that I
learned about you poor, an invalid,
friendless. Oh, sir!" and her eyes
expressed the genuine love and grat
itude she felt, "it seemed that I could
not come quick enough to your side.
You did everything for my father
when he was alive. He told me lhat
it was your money that kept me at
boarding school for two years. We
owe everything to you. See, sir, I am
just married to the dearest young fel
low in the world. When I told him
about you, he instantly ordered me to
remove you to our own little home.
We will be as your children, tender
ly caring for you all your life."
Then the tears of the astounded
and overcome old man mingled with
those of this bright angel of hope,
who had come to his succor at the
darkest moment of his life.
She brought her husband with her
that evening, a stalwart, honest-faced
young man, who moved about and
spoke at the behest of her suggestion,
as though her sweet, loving voice
were rapt, directing music. It was
dusk when the closed carriage they
brought conveyed the old man to his
new home. He did not see that it
was located in a poor street, he did
not notice that as they tenderly car
ried him up the stairs the lower
apartments were furnished sparsely,
indicating rigid economy, if not a
scarcity of money.
As they placed him in a wheel chair
and turned on the lights a rapt cry
came from his lips, ending in a sob of
mingled joy and gratitude.
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