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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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seemed softened at last broken.
As he stood there the young wom
an came up to. him timidly.
"Your dog has saved my baby's
life," she said. "Is there anything I
can do anything at all? I don't
know how I can thankyou. I have
nobody in the world but my child and
crippled husband."
Old Miller stared at her. "What is
your name, girl?" he demanded
roughly.
"Emily Miller, sir."
Old Miller tbok her hands in his.
"I have nobody in the world either
unless my children come back to
me," he said.
People said afterward that it was
the joy of the reunion that made old
Miller a friend of all the boys and
girls in Pilkiiigton. But everybody
gave the credit to Outcast, who might
generally have been seen playing
with little Henry on the old man's
doorstep. The superstition grew also
that when the noted surgeon cured
the old man's son of his lameness it
passed into the dog and that was why
he limped a little. Because things
get distorted with the lapse of time,
long before he died "cranky" old Mil
ler had passed into a legend.
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GLEAMS FROM THE BRIGHT
LEXICON
Reynard sat under the arborealshade,
Where a vine in full leafage strayed,
Sat there and hungered and wished
for a meal
For lack of a duck or a goose to steal.
Suddenly his eye chanced on a fruit
That promised his appetite fairly to
suit,
Several leaps he made, but all in vain
Sought he the uvsious clusters to
gain.
"Oh, well," he exclaimed, entirely put
out,
"The dodgasted things are acid no
doubt!"
Look it up in the dictionary,
had to.
We
AWFULLY ODD, YOU KNOW, BUT
QUITE THE FASHION
- - k
No Gladys, dear, she didn't tear
her new cape veil Dame Fashion did
it for her. Just to please the young
lady who goes to afternoon teas to
drink tea as well as talk, some oblig
ing deviser ot fashions cut a swathe
in the cape vejl and the modish young
lady need no longer hunger and
thirst while her less fashionable sis
ters' sip tea. "
The tea-veil is new., but the apron
veil is thevery last whim of fashion.
It's odd, of Course, some prim folks
think it's freakish, but that's-no good
reason why the up-to-the-minute
miss should be prejudiced against it
quite the contrary.
' T TJifc mum nil 1M1I 'iitn Hii luiliiiifif

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