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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 29, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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brightened up under the Influence of
a quick suggestion, "you couldn't
clear my skirts and make Miss Ar
mour feel right to me, that is, if she
feels wrong about it, by calling on
her and telling her what you have
told me, could you?"
Why, of course Susie would do
that, and' the young man pondered.
To the observant Susie he acted lit
tle worried over what had been done
and evinced a sort of delight in be
ing able, to discuss the situation with
Miss Armour.
"I believe," he said finally. "I be
lieve I will accompany you to Miss
Armour and will er introduce
you."
So they went together and Susie
went over her story again to the
blushing young bridesmaid. Randall
had learned of the penalty she had
been called upon to pay for the inser
tion of that fatal line. He even asked
her address.
"I have some friends in the news
paper line," he told her. "It seems
pretty hard that you should lose your
position for a complication in no
sense your making."
Miss Armour was kind, indulgent,
almost sisterly to Susie. She took
her address.
"I wonder if I have suggested an
idea to those two," soliloquized Susie
with a whimsical smile as she wend
ed her way homewards. Then her
own troubles brought a cloud of
gravity to her fair face.
"I shall have to go back to the old
humdrum rut, I suppose," she reflect
ed, which covered a saleswoman's
salary in an art store where pay was
poor and progress slow. "All the
same, I won't give up my ideal I
can keep on with my book of poems,
anyway."
She sat down in the parlor of the
boarding house to think over affairs.
She was deep among her mental ab
stractions, when a cheery hail caused
her to start up to face Ward Ridley.
He was a fellow boarder, a struggling
.young newspaper artist-
"I finished two drawings illustrat
ing your first poems," he announced,'
"and I am going to bring them from
the office this evening. How is so
ciety, Miss Fortner?"
"I am through with society as a
reporter," replied Susie and she told
her desolate story. She had a truly
sympathizing auditor and when Rid
ley had gone Susie felt that she had
at least one good friend in the world.
Then came further distress for the
devoted Susie, She returned to her
old position, but only for a week. For
a month poor Susie was down with
a contagious fever.
She was wan and debilitated when
the consuming fever left her. Her
pale cheek flushed as gradually her
nurse told her all about the three
weeks blank in her life.
"Your friend, Mr. Ridley, provided
for everything," the attendant ex
plained. "He has been working day
and night and looks as though he
would be the next one on the sick
list'.'
r But if Ward Ridley was worn out,
his face showed a rare delight to find
Susie sitting up and on the road to
recovery.
"When you are strong enough," he
said mysteriously more than once, "I
want to disclose a surprise."
Then one morning, when Susie was
able to walk about the room, Ridley
quietly drew a small volume from his
pocket He handed it to her. Susie
sat transfixed.
"My poems and published!" she
fluttered and her life's vision seemed
realized.
"Yes," replied Ridley. "You re
member the two people you wrote
up wrong in that wedding report?
Well, your innocent revelations to
them brought about an engagement
and they are soon to be married.
Miss Armour came here the day you
were taken down with fever. She
has been here since. She will be here
again. And so happy was she in her
new found love, all due to you, that
she insisted on furnishing the money
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