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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 11, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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the son. In a sinister, systematic
way he tempted Albion to drink.
Once the fire of craving was stirred
in the veins of the young physician
he was lost He became a dissipated
wreck, his practice went to pieces,
and Ora's father forbade him the
house. (
. Then, after a protracted spree he"
suddenly disappeared from Welling
ton. He wrote a brief note to Ora,
telling her toforget him, that he had
proven himself unworthy of her love
and that She' would never see him
again. Ora sought in vain for some
trace of his whereabouts. She re
moved the engagement ring) from her
finger, but treasured it -neJar to .her
heart
"I am still his true love!" she whis
pered to herself. "I can never love
another.".
Her father died soon afterward and
she was alone in the world, but an
heiress. She secretly kissed the cher
ished memento and then entered the
pawn shop. She drew her Veil, tim
idly presented the ring and asked for
a loan. of $10 iipon it, which was
readily granted.
"I will send the money for the ring
as soon as I reach .home," she ex
plained, and hurried to the pavement.
"Here is the money," she said,
counting out the amount required.
"Now you can go home, dear child."
.Meg of the Slums spoke not a
ward. She assayed to do so, choked
up and simply clasped . Ora's hand,
bedewing it with grateful tears and
kisses. .
"Where is it that you live?V in
quired Ora, interested in this poor
waif and sorroving as she realized
her .hard lot
"It-isn't 'far," explained the police
man. "If you have the time, ma'am,
and the will to do some real good, go
with her and see if you can't help, her
out. of the wretchedness she has no
right to bear. ' As to you, ma'am,"
and the big honest fellow-lifted his
helmet reverently, "I've seen a real
angel today!""
Meg Ppwers led Ora to the wretch
ed tenement where she existed. Ora
had never witnessed such squalor.
The patient little cripple regarded his
beautiful visitor with wistful eyes.
"I shall leave a little money with
you, Meg," said Ora. "Get some com
forts for this poor little fellow. When
I come to town again I will see what
I can-do to better your condition."
'iOh, thank you'!'.' cried Meg, with
streaming eyes. "If I could only get
some whole clothes and look respect
able I could get steady work. And
when you come again, dear lady. I
want you to see the good doctor."
"And who is the good doctor?" '
asked Ora.
' "He's a doctor the mission sends
around to us poor people. Oh, he is
so land! sitting up with sick folks for
nights and nights, bringing the starv
ing food, trying to lift- everybody up
and give them' courage. Oh, there'
he is now! You must see him he's
your kind," and Meg darted away.
Through the thin partition came
the sound of a strong, masculine
voice, speaking words of hope and
helpfulness tq some poor invalid. Ora
started, turned pale' and sank to a
chair, tremoHng all over.
"Here is the good doctor, miss, and
he'll tell you I try to do my duty."
"Albion!" gasped Ora ana swayed
where she sat.
In that beloved face she saw the
glory of a new- manhood. She com
prehended that here had been sacri
fice, atonement, regeneration.
His soul sprang into his eyes that
feasted on her great loveliness.
""Have you evervforgiven me?" he
faltered..
She arose and placed both her
hands in his welcome ones. The
gaunt room seemed illumined with a
sudden glory. v
"It's like a picture play!" breathed
the entranced Meg, reading in her
shrewd way a real romance.
"Dear child!" murmured Ora, as
she. placed a tender hand on the little
head. "Through you I have found

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