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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 29, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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you in a nice way impart all this to
your sister and get the bird to those
people so they -would understand the
gift and not resent my presumption
as an intrusion?"
"Bless you, yes," declared Mrs
Agnew spontaneously, "why! who
wouldn't say thank you for such a
. kindly offering," and that settled it
' and Dick in his cage -was delivered by
Mrs. Agnew to the landlady next
door.
Merrill glanced across the court
with a good deal of interest the next
morning. The window was up and
its curtain fluttering in the breeze.
He viewed a farm vaguely outlined,
half shielded by the lace drapery. A
fair white hand motioned, not to him,
but evidently to the litle one. There
was a cry of excitement audible to
MerrilL Then, in her pretty night
robe, the little child ran up to the
window, the cage In her hands. She
set it upon the sill, she drew back
with a bewildering smile of gratitude,
boed with the grace of some titled
lady and kissed her dainty finger tips
t to the donor of the feathered pet
The memory of the face of Miss
Thirty-one lingered In the thoughts
, of Merrill all that day. "Miss," they
had called her. Then possibly not
wife, mother nor widow. And the
little one had mightily attracted him,
too. The mystery of their seclusion
gave an added spice to the situation.
There might be call for a chivalrous
attention. At least, the proximity
"" was pleasant. He would miss the
bird, but the next morning the little
child appeared at the window again
- and warmed his heart with her in
' nocent, grateful smiles.
"I'll take a box of those," said Mer
rill to a clerk in a toy store two
evenings later, and started home
ward with a bpx of building blocks
under his arm. The landlady smiled
covertly as he indicated their de
sired destination. -
The' weather changed during the
night and it was too chilly for open
.windows the next morning, but as
he glanced at the one across tho
court Merrill was greeted withr a
pyramidical message on the Inside
sill, formed of the painted wooden al
phabet blocks: "Thank you."
"I'm glad Miss Thirty-one takes
no offense," reflected Merrill. "1$ is"
something to keep me from the me
grims having that little one to
think of."
He left out referecne to the one
that was not little, and rather testily
resented a quick mental sugegstloff
that his interest in the young lady in
question was a growing one, and
that there was a tinge of hypocrisy
in indicating the child as the object
of attention.
One evening Merrill, passing a
ladies' bazaar shop, saw Miss Thirty
one and the little one inside. He
glanced through the window to see
the young lady produce some home-'
made lace, which was measured and
paid for. As they came out he fol
lowed, but did, not approach 'them.
He observed -an ill-favored man
slouch stealthily after them, careful
ly note the building they entered and
sneak away.
It was early the next morning
when Merrill arose and threw up his"
window to air the room. His first
glance was at the one opposite. It
was closed, but revealed, standing
sideways, Miss Thirty-one. She was
apparently speaking to some one in
the room and fumbling with the
building blocks. Merrill noticed that
her hand trembled and that her face
was unnaturally pale. Suddenly she
flashed a single glance at him. Elo
quent pleading was in her eyes. Then
her fingers moved among the scat
tered blocks, and th,en, slowly, but
with precision, she spelled out three
words: "Helpcome quick!"
Merrill was down the steps in a
flash. He hurried Into the next
building, he located the room oppo
site to his own, across the court He
stood still and listened. There was
a rustling against the other side of
the door and it moved as if some-.
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