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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 07, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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X jmfortable nammock, while his lit
tle nephews and nieces disported on
the lawn. Supreme, contentment was
his lot Then, suddenly, shrilly, there
rang out the appalling scream of-
"Fire!"
The shout aroused him. He ran
outside to see the hotel with which
the theater connected going up in
smoke. Some one spoke of victims
imprisoned on the upper floor: The
brave 'old man breasted the dense
smoke to reach the second floor.
There he was drivent back by belch
ing flame.
,He staggered, choked, blinded to
stUnible over a senseless form lying
across the landing. It was that of a
woman. He had just sufficient
strength to lift her and bear her to
the street
"The singer Miss Winthrop!"
breathed a bystander and she aroused
to wince with pain. Her ankle had
been broken in a fall down the third
story stairs. She could not walk. The
hotel was doomed.
"Get a conveyance of some kind,"
ordered Abel still supported her. "She
must haye shelter and she is welcome
in my poor home, if it's good enough
for her."
So Highlands had a guest Mrs.
Day tended the stricken singer as
would a mother Alton, home twice
a week, saw her and loved, but si
lently. The delight of old Mr. Day
was to sit evenings and hear the patient-singer.
She had to cancel her
engagement for the season and re
mained at Highlands for six weeks.
Her bright, sympathetic nature
won the old man completely. One
evening when the two were alone he
"told her of his vision. After that,
more than once she made him tell it
again.
The day she left Mrs. Day cried
over her as though an own daughter
were going away. Alton was there.
She looked once, into his eyes. She
xead their secret and lowered her
.own. Then she flung her arms about
the old man's neck. ',
"Dear, dear friend!" she s'ald fer
vently. "I shall never forget you.
And then, between kisses, she
whispered in his ear:
"The vision splendid wait, hope!
It shall come true!" and was gone,
and with her sunshine seemed to de
part from the lonely house.
One year went two years. Alton
had secured work with a construction
firm, but liberal compensation and a
permanent establishment were a long
way ahead. He had never forgotten
the beautiful songstress. Mrs. Day
mourned for her. The old man re
called her bonny face with love and
longing.
One stormy day a great cyclone
swept through the district The Day
family chanced to be in town. When
they returned home they found the
old house a heap of ruins.
Then the old man and his wife
sought a temporary home with the
widowed sister of Mrs. Day. They
were made dearly welcome, though
the flour barrel was not always full.
It was four months later when ah
automobile halted outside the lowly
home where the old couple fretted
and pined to get once more upon an
independent domestic footing. A
flashing form leaped from the ma
chine. "Father Day!" she cried, "dear,
dear mother of mine, the only one
I can remember, I am back to you!
You are to come come- come! Oh,
the joy of this moment!"
Amie Winthrop was so excited she
was incoherent She had won wealth
and fame. She had arranged for a
new home for her dear old friends,
she said, back in their native village.
They must come and see it
As they neared the old familiar
scenes the eyes of Mr. Day became
misty. Then, as they turned past a
dense grove there was Highlands.
"Look, oh, my cherished dear!"
cried the exultant Amie.
"The splendid vision!" gasped the
old man, spellbound. -
Yes, there upon the old site was
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