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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 20, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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AN HONEST "THIEF"
By Alvah Jordan Garth '
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"There!" pronounced Ellice-Dunbar
in an intense tone of satisfaction,
as she carried a heaping yellow dish
of prime smoking doughnuts into
the cool open shed just beyond the
kitchen and set it on a clean board
Ipaded with other tempting viands to
cool.
She made a prety. picture, this tall,
graceful girl of 18, with her neat
apron, dainty cap, flushed cheeks
and sparkling eyes.
"Cookie jar full and the cake box
loaded!" she chirped gleefully, and
with pride. "I hope Mrs. Barton will
be pleased. There's a full comple
ment for a week and the flour has
acted like a charm. What a delight
ful evening I shall have, nothing to
do but read, and I'm tired enough to
just enjoy the quiet and rest Oh,
dear!" and the pretty mouth puck
ered and dismay of gloom clouded
the fair face momentarily "if he
only don't come."
"He" was Lacey Delevan, and he
might have been surprised to learn
how really unwelcome were his
forced attentions. It was true that
Mrs. Barton encouraged the same,
for the varnish of gentility of the
self-assertive Delevan had captivated
the old woman and she had spoken
kindly words concerning him to El
lice. The latter read deeper, how
ever. People called Delevan her
"beau," which declaration Ellice
staunchly disclaimed. There been a
"beau" onqe, a real beau, and Ellice
had never forgotten him. The mem
ory was a sad one and a sorrow
ful look passed over the face of the
young girl whenever it recurred to
her, which was often.
T.'c was an orphan. She had
Lcc lopted by a distant relative of
her mother, Mrs. Barton, a widow
and her life since early childhood had
not been a disagreeable one. Mrs.
Barton was vain, trifling and com
plaining at times, but she was not
unkind outright to Ellice. Her charge
did most; of the housework and was
a busy bustling little creature.
"There's only two of us, though,"
Ellice would saybrightly, "and Aunty
is not untidy, so there is not such a
great heap to do, except on cleaning
day."
It had been a year back when Ro
land Dexter came-into her life. He
was a gay, heedless young fellow, the
son of a rich father living in the next
"Why! What Is This?"
village. He had all but made serious
love to Ellice, when all her dreams
were shattered. He did not cal upon
her for a week, and when Ellice be
gan to inquire" around her discover
ies resulted in sorrow, and tears many
sleepless nights thereafter.
What she gleaned from her inqui
ries was that Roland Dexter "had got
into trouble." Some valuable jewelry
disappeared from the safe in his fa
ther's office and he was suspected.
Mr. Dexter was a stern, determined

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