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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 20, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19',
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Sony for them, as you do. I was
thinking there is a good deal of snow
around the place and if you would
not mind loaning- me your shovel I
would be glad to clean off their
"I don't think they feel able to pay
any money at present," began the
woman, but Hector interrupted her
with the declaration:
"Oh,.I wouldn't think of charging
"Why, you you good man!" cried
the impulsive housewife. Loan you
the shovel? Yes, indeed! I declare!"
Many times thereafter the warm
hearted lady went to the window and
glanced out admiringly at the active
young fellow cleaning off the snow
'next door. Hector divested the walks
of their mantle of white. Then he
observed where, a clothesline ran
criss-cross, spanning the yard from
the house to the fence. He must
have been a thoughtful man, for the
suggestion that anybody hanging up
clothes would welcome a clear path
started him at this finishing touch of
Suddenly he paused in his labor.
Then he stooped and then he thrilled.
Cast up with the snow was a flat,
long wallet In a flash he guessed
out the mighty fact: It was the stol
en wallet! Was the money still in it?
He looked to see. He placed it in his
pocket and stood meditating.
It took but a flashing moment to
surmise the truth. Doubtlessly, he
reasoned, the wounded burglar had
dropped it amid his pain and eager
ness to escape. It was snowing
heavily at the time and the wallet
had lain secreted under its fleecy cov
ering until now.
Hector Greene walked toward the
house. A door opened. He stood
riveted at the sight of the sweetest
face he had ever looked Into.
"I just noticed you," spoke Madge
BelL "I we " and she flushed and
stammered. "I fear we cannot offer
you money, but if you would like
breakfast with, us "
"I do not like to intrude," replied.
"You are very welcome," came the
earnest response, and Hector kicked,
the snow from his feet and entered
the kitchen, but his hostess led the
way into the living room, where her
father was just seated at the table.
"Father," she said, "here is a gen-.,
tleman who has kindly made it pos
sible for us to get about without los
ing ourselves in the snow."
"I thank you," bowed the court
eous old man, but there was a sad
ness in his tones that touched
Greene. "We have poor fare to offer.
We have just met with a great mis
Greene held his counsel for the
time being. In fact, as his charm
ing hostess seated herself opposite
to him and the tempting viands were
pressed upon him, Hector Greene
gave heart and soul to. the rare en-,
joyment of the moment
Continually the old man kept talk
ing of his troubles all through the
rnfeal, and Madge, notwithstanding
her cheerful talk, Greene noted, tried
to keep back her tears. As the re
past was concluded Greene took the
wallet from his pocket
"Mr. Bell," he said, simply, hand
ing it to the old man, "I picked this
up as I was shoveling the snow in
The old man gazed, glared and
sank back overcome. With clasped
hands Madge stood spellbound as
Hector told the details of his discov
ery. Her father, with trembling
hands, selected a dozen banknotes.
"Your reward oh, ' you noble
man," he said, huskily, but Greene
waved the money aside.
He was fully rewarded as Madge
came up to him, took both his hands
in her own, tried to say something,
burst into tears and threw herself in
her father's arms.
They would not let him go. The old
man made Greene tell his story of
illness, poverty, of manly effort to
keej tie wolf from the door,