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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 11, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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inclosing a hundred-dollar bill. He
gasped as it fluttered out. His wife
was the family banker, but what
was she sending him a hundred dol
lars for?
The letter informed him that she
had had such a good time she had
changed her mind and thought he
ought to have his little holiday.
"But you'll have to get off before
noon tomorrow," the letter ran, "be
cause I've told Lizzie you're away,
and it wouldn't look decent for you
to go after she comes."
Pa Judd needed no second invita
tion. A few hours later saw him
firmly established in New York, in an
inexpensive hotel, which seemed to
him, nevertheless, the height of mag
nificence. He spent a happy evening wander
ing up and down Broadway, looking
intq the moving picture shows and
staring in wonder, and with rather a
guilty conscience, at the specimens
of feminine beauty on the famous
thoroughfare.
When he got back to the hotel heJ
felt that he was seeing life at last.
Next day he meant to look up his
friends.
But the next morning he found a
lady at his table, one of the most rav
ishing young women whom he had
ever seen. She was dressed in the
height of fashion, and she showed a
marked inclination to be friendly
to pa. Before the meal was over
they were chatting like old friends,
and he had told her the story of his
life five times.
In this story, whose later versions
varied from the earlier ones. Ma Judd
always appeared as the angel by the
hearth, for pa was sincerely fond of
his wife; but pa gradually' grew from
a misunderstood youth, condemned
to a life of servitude upon a farm, to
a modest hero who had deliberately
forsworn the wicked world.
At lunch the lady was there again.
Now it was her turn to confide to pa.
She told him that she was a stenog
rapher os. a vacation, and offered to
show him some of the sights of the
city.
Pa flushed. He did not know
whether this was quite proper, but
he did not want to confess his igno
rance. "I guess a bright young lady like
you don't want to fuss round with an
old feller like me," he said.
"I adore men of fifty," answered
the young woman.
Pa, who knew that sixty lay a lit
tle, but yet irrecoverably, behind him,
flushed with pleasure. They took a
car downtown to the aquarium.
"This is where the Four Hundred
promenade on Sunday mornings,''
said the young lady.
"You don't say!" ejaculated pa,
staring at the sea lion.
Afterward they saw the Brooklyn
bridge and went up the Woolworth
building. At every step Pa Judd's en
thusiasm grew.
"You're a wonder!" he said, in
amazement. "And to think you live
-here and all this comes natural to
you! I should like my wife to meet
you."
"I guess she mightn't feel that
way," said the young lady, laughing.
"What do you say to a little supper,
Mr. Judd?"
This, pa felt sure, was wrong. In
fact he had often read of sirens who
lured visitors into restaurants and
there ran up bills for incredible sums
two dollars, or even more! Besides,
he knew Ma Judd would never have
sanctioned this. He resolved not to
say one word about th events of that
day to her. Yet he meekly accepted
the young lady's suggestion and soon
after found himself seated at a table
facing her and wondering at his sit
uation. This was seeing life with a
vengeance.
"How much money have you, Mr.
Judd?" she asked, abruptly, as the
meal drew to an end.
Slowly and reluctantly Pa Judd
produced his one hundred dollar bill.
Then he fished out eight seventy-five
mora.
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