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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 28, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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and opened his gold watch with a
snap that sounded like the discharge
of a whole park of artillery. Inside
was the face of a beautiful woman.
It seemed vaguely familiar to Peter,
though he did not know where he
had seen it
"She wouldn't have me," answered
old Bottle-Green. "She said she was
going to be true to her country and
marry a Reb, although she loved me
better. When you don't get married
you area't allowed to have little boys.
So I never had any."
"Oh!" said Peter, thinking he un
derstood. "So that's why I have to play with
you," continued the Bottle-Green.
Run away now, and come back to
morrow." Peter ran away. But he did not
come back on the morrow. He did
not come back during the week,
though every morning old Bottle
Green had the soldiers out ready to
play.
"I wonder what's become of
Peter?" said old Bottle-Green to
black Amyas. f
"They do say, sah, that there's a
mighty lot of scarlet fever in town,"
said Amyas diplomatically.
"You blackguard!" roared old Bottle-Green.
"How dare you tell me
that? Take a week's wages!"
"All right, sah," answered Amyas
with a grin.
"Wait! On second thought, run
downtown and find out where Peter
lives."
"He lives in the big house at the
corner, sah," answered Amyas.
"There's a sign up over the door."
"What does it say?" demanded
Bottle-Green."
"Scarlet fever, sah," answered
Amyas.
Ten minutes later old Bottle
Green, attired in his bottle-green tail
coat, was interviewing the doctor at
the door. The doctor was very grave.
Peter had a bad attack, and it was
doubtful if he could live through the
flight
' All that night old Bottle-Green sat
under the lilac tree at the gate, wait
ing. When at last the doctor came
in the early morning he saw tears on
Bottle-Green's withered cheeks. But
when he came out his expression set
old Bottle-Green to capering he,
Bottle-Green, the recluse, who had
glared and tapped so fiercely at the
boys and girls at play.
"He'll live now," said the doctor.
"Thank God!" said Bottle-Green
reverently.
At last there came a day when Pe
ter was allowed to see visitors. And
among the first to come was Bottle
Green, with an enormous box of sol
diers under his arm, followed by
Amyas, with a folding table. Peter,
at an upper window, saw him com
ing. "In the name of the Continental
congress, peace!" he cried.
"In the name of the Continental
congress," answered Bottle-Green.
Old Bottle-Green entered, and in
the doorway stood a smiling young
lady.
' "I know who you are," she said,
holding out her haiids.
"But I don't know who you are,"
retorted Bottle-Green, "unless you're
Adelaide Cannon, come back to me
after these fifty years."
"She was my mother," answered
the lady, mystified. "She was the
grandmother of Peter. She often
spoke of you, of Mr. Clarence Har
greaves Captain Hargreaves. But
surely you are not he?"
"I used to be," said Bottle-Green.
And the years seemed to fall away ,
from him, and he straightened his
shoulders and felt ashamed of his old
coat.
There were tears in the young
lady's eyes, and she put her hands in.
his. "She loved you, Captain Har
greaves," she said. "And she was
sorry. As my father's daughter, tnat
is all I am allowed to say. And to
think Peter found you!"
"Oh. ves. Peter, of course." mused
1 Bottle-Green.
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