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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 21, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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thropic idea," retorted his wife. "1
won't have your proteges here. The
idea! Sitting down at the same meal
with an elevator conductor. Humph!"
Robert sighed. His wife was a good
woman. Her home was her idol, and
never a better housekeeper, but she
tad never accepted his ideas of being
helpful to those struggling in the low
er scale of humanity. She did not
"know it, in her forceful, set way, that
the tenderness and harmony that she
lacked caused her thoughtfully good
husband to seek an expresseion of his
love for humanity outside the home
life.
The incident passed and was quite
forgotten by Robert's wife and Mrs.
Walters. Robert was kinder than
ever to Martin, whose eyes glistened
with pleasure as he told of the glad
ropntlon of the fretsh garden stuff at
kls humble home.
Upon another holiday Mrs. Meade
and her sister-in-law started out one
morning upon an excursion steamer
which made the rounds of the lake
about ten miles from where they
lived. '
They were seated comfortably on
camp stools on the shady side of the
boat when a man passed by. He was
neatly dressed, but -his attire was not
fine of texture nor fashionably cut
He, however, lifted his hat most po
litely to Mrs. Walters.
"Who was that?" inquired her sister-in-law.
"It is the gentleman your husband
wished to stay to dinner, that day you
know "
"Gentleman!" scoffed Mrs.- eMade.
"That elevator conductor! The idea!
Hecognizing up!"
a "Not to you, Marie. He bowed to
iie, thinking I was Mrs. Meade."
b' "Humph!"
Martin Brill made himself no fur
Iher obtrusive. About noon weath
er changed, a chill mist came up.
They were among the small islands
"dotting the land now, and the ab
sence of a clear course made some
'61 the Dassencers anxious.
Suddenly there was a shock. Peo
ple were knocked from their seats.
Mrs. Meade, who was highly excita
ble, sprang to her feet just as her
companion was tipped sideways and
struck the deck floor with a violence
that stunned her. - v-
"My pocketbook I have lost my
pocketbook!" wildly cried out Mrs.
Meade, but before she could search
for it the affrighted passengers swept
her along in the mad current of hu
manity. She forgot all about her re
cent companion amid her wild terror.
The steamer struck a rock and was
disabled. The crew managed to run
the boat ashore. The passengers
.were hurried upon a barren island.
Mrs. Meade was overcome. She
could not find her friend, but was re
assured when advised that quite a
number of the passengers had been
taken to the mainland in the small
boats.
For two hours, with several hun
dred others, Mrs. Meade was forced
to stand under dripping trees, beaten
and soaked by a pouring rain.
Then a relief steamer came. Her
anxious husband, advised of the acci
dent, met her joyfully at the wharf.
He had an automobile to take her
home as speedily as possible.
"Your sister Lucy?" was her first
question.
"Oh, she got here, in a small boat
three hours since. I sent her home
with a friend."
"She is all right?"
"Oh, yes. She was most fortunate
in being saved from the onrushing
mob. 'She was stunned by a fall and
a brave man rushed to her rescue,
lifted her to one of the small boats,
restored her to consciousness, and
when they reached the wharf saw
that she was safely taken home.
"How fortunate!" exclaimed Mrs.
Meade. "But, oh, Robert! What do
you think? My pocketbook!"
"What about it, Marie?" inquired
Robert, a queer, secretive smile upon
his lips.
"I lost it You see, I had it in my
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