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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 24, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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ful, tender look that thrilled him,
and with a grave face he realized
that the curtain was down on the
past and that this bright, lovely in
fluence must depart from his life.
Owen Delmar had formed a stern
resolve to leave the city, friends,
and strike out anew. How, where,
he knew not Whimsically he went
to his rooms, packed a suit case, told
the janitor he was welcome to what
was left behind and proceeded to the
railroad depot
"Where to, sir?" inquired the tick
et seller as Delmar threw down a
?10-dollar bilL
"Wherever that will take me," re
plied Delmar, with a Jocular smile.
The agent stared strangely at this
queer customer, consulted a rate
schedule and said:
"Bevington, $9.98."
"Very good," was all Delmar re
plied, and gathered up his ticket and
the two cents change.
"Drifting," he soliloquized, as he
entered a chair car. "Chance or
mischance, I'll strike this Bevington.
Perhaps fate may meet me there -who
knows? At least, a rest among
new surroundings will give me leisure
to balance these disordered wits of
mine."
At a station a hundred miles down
the line Delmar left the train to
stretch his limbs on the platform,
during the brief wait for a special.
When he returned he noticed that a
passenger who had sat in front of
him was gone, and an hour later he
made the discovery that his suit case
was missing. In the next seat, how
ever, was its counterpart in color and
size. The missing passenger had
made a mistake and had taken the
wrong suit case.
"He may wire ahead for an ex
change," thought "Delmar. "If he
doesn't, it will have to be a trade.
'John Smith,' read Delmar on the
celluloid handle tag. "Certainly I
shall not ransack the world trying to
find out which 'John Smith' my de
poiler may happen to me."
It was dusk when the train reached'
its terminus, Bevington. With casual
interest as he left it, Delmar discov-'
ered that it was an average country
town of considerable size. He pro-'
ceeded to its hotel. As he placed his
suit case on the counter the clerk
was profoundly impressed.
"Ah, Mr. Smith!" he said heartily,
his eye catching the tag inscription.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, we are all ready for
you. Suite A, boy," and the won
dering Delmar was hustled to the
best apartments the hostelry con--tained.
"I'm Mr. Smith, it seems," solilo-'
quized Delmar, "and so accepted'
here. I wonder why?"
He soon knew. It was a strange
freak of circumstances but this John
Smith who had exchanged suit cases
with him had been originally headed1
for Bevington. In fact, an architect
and engineer, he had been engaged'
as business manager for the town.
He had, however, secured a far bet
ter appointment in Canada and had
so written to the town authorities.
Now that John Smith, as evidenced'
by his luggage, had arrived, it was
supposed that he had changed his
mind. Hence, delight on the part of a
committee of representative citizens '
who called upon Delmar that even
ing. He made a whimsical resolve, i
Destiny had cast him into a line of
labor he well understood. Under a!
false name Owen Delmar became the T
business agent of Bevington,
He made one stipulation; he would
not accept any compensation until'
the end of the year. Then, if the1
work showed results, he would con
tinue on with the position.
Delmar more than made good. It 1
was the happiest year of his life. He "
gave to Bevington a new water sys-
tern, he brought three factories there.
He had it build a circular electric line, "
taking in eight tributary towns.
This last venture necessitated theT
purchase of the right oFway through-
a little farm that was the keynote to
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