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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 10, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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THE TOWN INVENTOR
By Harold Carter.
(Copyright, 1916, W.--G.Chapnian.)
If Eph Knight had come back a
rich man it is probable that Lausanne
would have seen its first lynching.
But Eph came back a tired, wornout
man of 43, stone-poor; and before
Lausanne knew that he was in town
again he had taken a mechanic's job
in the auto factory which is all that
keeps Lausanne's population up to
the 5,000 mark.
His disappearance had not been so
sensational as his return. He was
living at the hotel and flinging money
around. Everybody knew Eph; he
had been born on a farm and had
flown kites and made flying ma
chines in the days when Langley was
a national jest He had been on the
verge of success, however, at last A
company the Knight company
had been formed to exploit the new
flying machine which the Wrights
were soon to consign to the scrap
heap. All Lausanne had gone crazy
over his dream. The Widow Gill,
whose daughter, Polly, Eph had been
courting, invested $1,200 in the con
cern. Then the Wrights took out
their patent and Eph's company
turned turtle
"Keep the stock; it will be valuable
some day," Knight had told Mrs. Gill.
And it still reposed, forgotten, among
a number of papers her insurance
eridowment, the title to the farm,
etc., in the safety-deposit box that
the Widow Gill held at the local bank.
But Knight had fled, while his worth
less stock went tumbling about his
ears.
That was eight years before, and
'oily had grown from a beautiful
irl to a disappointed spinster of con
iiderably more than thirty. Nobody
expected Polly would marry, al
though she had had suitors before
Knight put in his appearance. But
jaobody dreamed that Knight was still
the knight of her heart, and that she
repeated his words to herself every
evening:
"I'll be true to you, Polly, however
long I'm gone. And 111 come for you
some day, never doubt me, dear."
Then Knight had come back, to
board at the Widow Gill's instead of
at the hotel. At first the people of
Lausanne evidenced sullen antipathy.
Some still held Knight's rotten scrip;
a few had unloaded their upon cred
ulous neighbors. But the Widow Gill
had forgiven him.
"It ain't Eph's fault," she would
explain. "He couldn't know the
This Time He Was Devising a New
Torpedo.
Wrights would get out their patent
ahead of him like that"
Something about her tone made
folks prick up their ears. Surely it
wasn't possible, but it was! Eph
Knight was courting Polly Gill again
he, the twelve-dollar mechanic,
and she the seven-dollar stenograph
er. And the old. maid look was being
ironed out of the face of this woman
of thirty-four, and Eph Knight step-
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