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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 11, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A REAL LOVE
By Myrtle Baird Webster
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman)
Peter Lowden-was a disappointed
man. He had beerisix months in
the United States and half that time
in Chicago, and it seemed as though
that period had been set aside by
some cruel destiny as a special pur
gatorial test for his stanch spirit
"I'm weann' awa' for a sight of
auld Scotch heather bloom," he
sighed as from a deep, dark pit of
penury and discouragement. "And
Jessie! "
That was where honest loyal Pe
ter's heart pinched hardest. He could
philosophize calmly over high hopes
quickly blasted as to sudden wealth
and position in '"the new far coun
trie." He was content with a dish
of weak brose and an occasional fin
nan haddie but Jessie, light of his
heart! How he had hoped to wed his
pretty modest fiancee and "busk her
fine i' silken gown and siller ha' to
spare," and now "the braw moon"
glistened o'er a weary city street,
Peter penniless and hopeless, and
Jessie lost!
It had come about strangely. She,
an orphan, had left the little town
where both had been born a few
months in advance of Peter. She had
written him as agreed only once, to
furnish him with the penciled address
of the home in Chicago where she
had found employment as a lady's
maid. Armed with this, Peter started
to try his own fortunes in America
and to be near his future bride.
For three months in New York Pe
ter wore out shoes and patience look
ing for work. Finally he saved up
enough to pay his fare to Chicago.
He was crossing the ferry to take the
train at Jersey City when an unfor
tunate outcast, a woman passenger,
jumped overboard in a desperate at
tfimnt. at. siiirjrif Ppfpr hravolv
leaped after and rescued her. He
was damp and uncomfortable the 1
first stage of his train journey.
Then came the appalling discovery
that his soaking in the river had
blurred out the precious penciled ad
dress that was his only clew to Jessie.
Then came a month in Chicago,
where'the inexperienced lad patroled
the city streets, 'seeking the lady of
his love, to meet with bitter, utter
disappointment He spent his last
dollar advertising for her without re
sult He finally gave up the disheart
ening quest. Peter shuddered when
"What Else Are Ye but a Fine
Whistlpr?"
he recalled the wretched woman on
the ferry boat. Then again, Jessie
might be dead, or wedded to anoth
er. All Peter could 1I0 now was to
try and keeD bodv and soul tne-ethpr
through odd jobs. At home he had
mastered the baker's trade, but his
specialty lay in Scotch edibles only,
and nobody seemed to want such
fare at American-restaurants.
Now, this especial bleak evening

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