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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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With a start, with a thrill, almost
with a ninvoluntary cry, Marvin
Thearle stared askance at the face
before him.
"Who who is this?" he ground
out hoarsely.
"My mother, sir," answered Paul.
"You live with her."
"Not here, not now, sir. She is in
another city, but as soon as I earn
enough I hope to have her with me."
"And your father?" demanded
Thearle h'arshly. y
"I have no father, sir," replied Paul
sadly.
"Very well, you can go."
Marvin Thearle got up and locked
the door of his private office after his
recent visitor. Then, his fists
clenched, his eyes fairly maniacal in
their expression, he paced the floor,
a smoldering volcano. Wrath, hatred,
revenge what frightful emotions
racked his soul. After the years
once more a dim wraith of the past
faced him, mocked him, maddened
him.
He read the oracle: Elsinore Day-.
ton had fled with Horace Dayton;
this lad, Paul, was their son. And
his business roof was sheltering the
child of the woman who had stricken
his heart dead, of the false, cowardly
knave who had stolen his bride away
from him!
"Never, oh, never!" fairly shouted
Marvin Thearle. "She is poor,' the
boy obscure and friendless. Ah! they
shall feel the crushing weight of my
just wrath."
Marvin Thearle sent for his man
ager. Briefly, he gave his orders
to discharge Paul at once. What the
amazed lad felt at his causeless dis
grace may be imagined. When he
applied for a recommendation two
days later, it was cruelly refused.
Two weeks after that, as Marvin
Thearle was turning a corner he al
most ran into a woman coming from
the opposite direction. He came, to a
standstill, his face turning almost
ghastly. It was Elsinore Dayton. He
would have passed on. She grasped
his arm.
"Wait," she spoke tumultously, "t
should have found you elsewhere, so
I may speak here and now. You are
the man who employed my boy and
cast him adrift without a character
and broke his courage, and he is dy
ing. But that his kind-hearted land-
lady sent me word I should never
have seen him again. He constantly
raves of your inhuman treatment!
Why was it done? How you must
hate me and mine but why?"
Why! Even on the open street
Thearle burst forth with his soul
burden of years. In amazement El
sinore Dayton listened. He almost
cursed her openly.
"I eloped with Horace Dayton!''
she cried. "Why, after he had proven
to me by written evidence that you
were already wedded to another and
I fled from my misery I never saw him
again." '
"How!" cried Thearle sharply
"the boy, Paul."
"Is a poor, homeless child I adopt
ed to assuage my loneliness and
banishment."
Marvin Thearle trembled, a strong
man unnerved. The woman, still
fair, stood humbly by his side.
"That man, Horace Dayton!" cried
Thearle. "He deceived you, he
only of robbing me of all I held pre
cious in life!"
"And my boy, Paul?" faltered El
sinore. "He is lying ill in poverty.
I cannot even purchase the medicine
that might prolong his life.'
"I am a wretch!" groaned Marvin
Thearle. "Oh, blind, blind! all these
years! Come!" and he grasped her
arm mandatorily. "Lead me to the
boy."
His eyes opened to her beauty, still
tender, attractive, remindful; his ears
to her pitiful story of hardship and
deprivation; his lips constantly mur
mured words of contrition and self
abasement.. He stood beside Elsinore Dayton
two days later, listening to the low,
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