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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 19, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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THE FLOUR BOX
By Elizabeth Schoen Cobb
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Myra Gaines was singing like a
ark reason: She bad ust seen her
husband turn into the street leading
to the cottage gate.
Meanwhile the tears were in her
eyes and her pretty lips twitched and
puckered despite her strong fforts to
smile reason: She thought it unwor
thy of the bride of a year to show any
emotion except complete happiness to
a husband who fairly worshiped the
ground she trod on.
The face of Elwyn Gaines was se
rious and troubled as he approached
home. He was thoughtful and ab
stracted, so much the latter that he
did not observe that a wiry, alert
youngster, one Sammy Jones, was
keeping close to him in a way that
showed he did not wish to be noticed.
As he struck the garden path El
wyn brightened up. The sound of
singing caused a magic change in his
disturbed face. He braced up, he
tried to assume a brisk, gladsome
air. He burst buoyantly into the
kitchen where Myra stood at the ta
ble and clasped her waist and kissed
her and announced boisterously:
"Well, I saw Uncle Graves safe to
the depot, all right."
"I hope he enjoyed his stay with
us," murmured Myra.
"Said he'd the best time in his
life," declared Elwyn. "Why, Myra,
you've been crying!" and he stared
dolorously into her eyes.
"I I peeled some onions," she
"Yes, hours ago, for dinner. See
here, Myra, my uncle "
"Our uncle," corrected Myra.
"Well, I am afraid you are sort of
"Why should I be, dear?"
"To be plain, Myra, I think you
have reason to be. Uncle Graves is
odd and all that, and I am no beggar,
but he must have seen that with my
being out of work we are pretty well
pinched. You have had to turn all
kinds of hard corners to make things
appear uncomfortable. He might
have given you some kind of a little
present. Frankly, I expected it, and
I don't want you to think my rela
tives are mean and stingy."
"Uncle Graves!" exclaimed Myra.
"Oh, no, dear. I really enjoyed his
company. I will say truthfully that
I hoped he would help you along a
trifle until you got work again. But
I Really Enjoyed His Company
maybe he has troubles and is hiding
them just like ourselves."
"Well, maybe," assented Elwyn
dubiously, "but I always thought that
he had plenty of means:"
"He must lead a lonely life,'' went
on Myra sympathizingly. "Then,
too, he has been so disappointed in
that nephew of his, Bruce Wayne,
who has gone to the bad utterly,