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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 14, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 16

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THE WRONG MAN
By Walter Joseph Delaney
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Poor Angela!"
"You have heard from her? There
is some trouble?"
"Not that affects her as yet," re
plied Mrs. Rushton, and her husband
expressed a sigh of relief.
They were people of wealth and
iad a delightful home. Mr. Rushton
had just returned from a stroll to
one of his farms. He noted the dis
tressed look on the face of his wife
the moment he entered the house.
"It is too bad, John," she said, "but
something has happened that may
mean sorrow for our only darling. I
am glad she is away. She little
dreams the grief that must come to
her tender heart, but we must be
very firm, John, for her dear sake."
"If I only knew what you are hint
ing at," observed her husband quite
testily, "I might comprehend the sig
nificance of your strange words."
"It is this, John," replied Mrs.
Rushton. "You know that when An
gela went away for a week's stay
with a friend, she told us, with trem
ors and blushes, that the young man
who had proposed to her in the city
had asked permission to call upon
her."
"And state his case. Go on," said
Mr. Rushton impatiently.
"He came today about two hours
ago."
"Well?"
Mrs. Rushton almost cried. Her
face puckered. She could scarcely
control her emotion.
"He came, John," she said, broken
ly. "The hired man, Fulton, told me
about two hours ago that a young
man was asleep on the front steps.
I was startled and amazed. You
know we expected Mr. Lyle Wyman
today. Well, there he was, John
helpless oh, John! worse than that,
hfilnless. intoxicated!" .
The strong firm jaws of the old
man came together with a fierce, re
sounding snap.
"What did you do with him?" he
demanded. "
"His card had fallen from his pock-
et 'Mr. Lyle Wyman.' I got Fulton
to hitch up the buggy and take him
down to the hotel."
"Send Fulton to me at once," said
Mr. Rushton, his brow dark, his lips
set
He went into the library and wrote
a brief note addressed to the young
man he had half decided to accept as
He Took the Sealed Missive.
a son-in-law. Its import was: "I de
sire that you have no further ac
quaintance or communication with
any member of my family." -
Fulton appeared. He took the
sealed missive tendered.
"You recall the young man who
was here this afternoon?" ques
tioned his employer.
"Only too well, sir. He-was a wild
one! We had a time getting him to
bed at the hotel, sir."

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