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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 14, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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him so!" -wailed poor Angela, and
swooned to the garden seat.
John Rushton was white to the
lips. He faced the young man, his
great hands gnarled, his eyes flash
ing dangerously, his giant frame fair
ly convulsed.
"Go!" he said, and posed as
though he would rush at the de
vastator of the family peace.
Lyle Wyman cast one fond look at
the blighted flower on the garden
seat He was helpless to resent the
dictates of stern, relentless destiny.
A sob choked him. He turned to
leave, with bowed head and sticken
soul.
Fulton, a few steps behind his mas--ter,
caught the latter by the sleeve.
"Sir, sir, this is not the man!" he
spoke rapidly.
"What do you mean?" challenged
Sir. Rushton furiously.
"Not the one I took to the hotel
oh, no, sir!"
THE PEON
"Wait!"
A dim suspicion of a possible error
urged the utterance of the word.
After the retreating- Wyman Mr.
Rushton hastened.
And then explanations, the truth,
a wretched error revealed. Upon
that unauspicious day in 'his life, just
approaching the village where he ex
pected to see the parents of his
fiancee, a telegram had reached Wy
man, directing an immediate return
to the city on important business.
His cousin, a weak, irresponsible
young man, was with him. He had
given him his card and directed him
to see Mr. Rushton and explain that
a later call would be made. The
cousin had fallen a victim to his ha
bitual infirmity. He carried the let
ter of dismissal to Wyman.
When gentle Angela awoke it was
to find her lover anxiously awaiting
her return to consciousness and t
happiness complete.
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Ragged, unclean and tattered;
bent by unceasing toil ; soul and som
brero battered, he fixes his gaze on
the soil Soil that by poen's labor is
painfully forced to yield the parasite
boss his saber, his boots and his
clanking shield!
Bragging and strutting loafers rav
ish the land at will; peons, like
sweating gophers, labor to pay the
bill! Carranza may win his battle,
loudly "proclaim" his views, or steal
a few thousand cattle, but the peon
will always lose.
"Generals" holler loudly, "Salute
ye our new-made chief!" There in his
saddle proudly sits another bold cat
tle thief! Loud in his blustering lingo
he shouts over canyon and fiat,
"Death to the murdering gringo!"
and the peon must wave his hat!
Charles B. Driscoll.
SIMPLE
The allies' have at last compelled
Greece to take its medicine by the
simple and time-honored expedient
of holding its nose.
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