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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 18, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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confessing the story of the theft She
listened without interruption until
the end of the story. Then she put
out her hands.
"Mr. Halliday, you are a good man,"
she said impulsively. "I honor you for
what you have told me. And I want
to ask you to give up that life."
"I mean to," answered Halliday.
"I'm going West to make a new
start"
A been applied to her own deeds. He
drew her-out in turn. Yes, she was a
schoolteacher, and the doctor had or
dered her to a sanitarium, to check
the incipient tuberculosis. "But
what's the use, with my mother to
support?" she asked.
"Miss Blair," said Halliday, "half
this money is yours. You supplied
the capital," he added.
"I can't take gambling money," she
said with horror.
"But"
She was resolute in her refusal at
first Then the man became crafty.
He urged her mother. "And you, who
have done so much good, ought not
to to die, for lack of this. Five hun
dred will be ample for me."
After a long time she consented. It
could not be put to better use, he in
sisted. As he rose to go he sai'd:
"And remember, Miss Blair, you
have saved a man's soul today. Yes,
for I I had forgotten that there are
good women in the world. I shall not
forget again."
She put her bands on his shoulders
and looked into his eyes. .
"Remember, I shall pray for you,"
she said solemnly.
He promised to write o her occa
sionally, and she was to let him know
how Bhe got on at the sanitarium.
Tli Tirt lotffiro mam a-vnfartntmA TTa
had lost her address, and, of course,
she did not know in what part of the
West he was.
Halliday was true to his word. He
made good. He never touched liquor
again. Li seven years he had made
his fortune. And ever before his eyes, 1
urging him upward, was the figure
of the little schoolteacher.
But since a man cannot live upon
memories, Halliday married. His,
wife was the best woman in the
world. He never told her of his past. r
And somehow, even now, the figure
of Miss Blair seemed to inspire nis
love, and he saw her soul in the blue
eyes of his wife.
Halliday & Co. of Wall street is
still one of the most responsible of
firms. Halliday had a wife and two
children who adored him, and their
apartment on the drive was a model
of taste and elegance.
Halliday had made good. He had
everything that life could offer him.
But still, at the back of his mind, per
sisted the vision of Isobel Blair, and
he often wondered whether she were
living or dead. He had no means of
discovering, and the very house in
which she had lived had been pulled
down.
At first he had been in partner
ship with a man named Allen, a rath
er flashy, though honest broker, who
had quickly amassed a fortune and
seemed in danger of losing it as
promptly. The deal had been a ne
cessity for Halliday at the time, but
he was glad enough when he was
able to accede to Allen's suggestion
for a separation of interests. Allen,
who had been living, in large, much
the same life that Halliday had lived
in little, said he was going south to
take up a ranch in Texas.
Halliday had once seen and pitied
Allen's wife, a worn little woman,
childless, and, as he divined, suffer
ing from her husband's neglect He
was glad when the evening was over.
He and his wife gradually dropped
out of Allen's list of friends. The
partnership itself was coming to an
end with the month.
The month ended and It was dis
solved. There was the customary
farewell dinner. Allen was to leave
with Mrs. Allen for Texas on the
night train.

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