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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 13, 1916, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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TWISTED LEADING STRINGS
By H. M. Egbert
"I guess we'll let the boy see what
poverty's like," said close-fisted old
Simon Granger to- his wife.
Marie Granger agreed. She was a
typical product of Newhurgh, a man
ufacturing town of 200,000 souls,
some of them bodies without souls,
as one might say. The Grangers, by
virtue of Simon's $4,000,000, ac
quired in the packing business, stood
at the head of the aristocracy, al
though the Barry-Smiths ran them
close, old Jim Smith or "Jim Barry
Smith, as his wife came to be known,
owning some three millions acquired
in the paper game.
When Tom Granger announced his
decision to become an author there
was consternation. In the end his
father gave him the choice between
entering the packing business and
earning his own living.
"He'll soon come to his senses,
ma," he told his wife.
There was consternation also in
the Barry-Smith household. Maud
Barry-Smith was considered as good
as engaged to Tom. The union would
establish the two families at the top
of the Newburgh social Tegister.
Maud, a heartless, shallow society
girl, upbraided Tom sternly.
"Don't be a fool, Tom!" she said.
"Are you going to throw away all
those millions? If you must write,
do it at homein your spare time."
Tom felt cut to the quick at the
girl's defection. He, too, had grown
up in the idea that some day he was
to do what had been drilled into him
ever since he could remember mar
ry Maud.. However, he could not
give up the plan, the great plan for
the great novel.
So he left the parental household
with about twenty dollars in his
pocket, ostensibly bound for ' New
York. However, he knew he could
live unknown in a less secluded pail
of Newburgh and he had no inten-,
tion of seeking his fortune in thq
metropolis. He went to a cheap"
boarding house not two miles from
his home and disappeared from the
ken of his old associates.
"When you're ready to enter the'
packing business my home's open to
you," his father had said.
The first three weeks Tom spent
writing ceaselessly. Then he awak
ened to the fact-that his money was
gone. His landlady, a kind-hearted
woman named Elkins, took him to '
task. J
"Writing may earn money," she
said doubtfully. "But a young man
"Donf Be a Ftfol, Tom."
wants to get a job. A steady job.
Now why don't you speak to Mr.
Rogers on the fourth floor. ,He was
saying only yesterday that there's
going to be a vacarfcy in his insur
ance office for a couple of men.1'
Tom obeyed because he had obeyed "
most of his life, and the upshot was
that he found himself engaged at $9
a week on the clerical staff. , And
there his Uferbeg?

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