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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 03, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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scraps." But after all it was quite
nough for Mary to see his face when
le came back. She looked up shyly
and beheld a countenance in which
vexation, revolt and bewilderment
were about mixed.
"Do you think I'm a canary-?" he
"Why, no, dear, you're not sing
ing." "I'm not likely to when I'm starv
ing," he snapped.
"Oh, wasn't there enough?" she
asked, sweetly surprised.
Mary was naturally in doubt as to
the result of her plan, but she meant
to carry it out to the bitter end.
The next evening they were invit
ed to dine at the Fasons. The pros
pect of getting a decent meal caused
Beard to accept with alacrity. Mary
put on a gown rather older and more
shabby than was strictly necessary.
Joe did not dare to remonstrate be
cause he had told her a short time be
fore that it looked well enough to go
anywhere. But on arriving at his
partner's he felt a prety sharp pang
of mortification at the contrast be
tween the handsomely gowned host
ess and his badly-dressed wife. He
wondered he had never noticed it he
fore. He concluded it was because
Mary had always made the best of
The dinner was an exceedingly
good one with several courses, all
nicely served by the neat maid. Mary
had a keen sense of humor and told
some good stories. As John ex
pressed it on leaving, they had a
"perfectly scrumptious time."
Beard felt a decided obligation to
return his partner's hospitality, and
invited the couple to dinner. In con
sultation with his wife he tried to im
press upon her the necessity of the
meal coming up to the Fason dinner
as far as possible. Mary declared she
would do her best.
When the guests arrived they
found to Joe's mortification, piles of
unfinished garments still Uttering the
room. Mary apologized, saying she
had been trying so hard to finish the
work she had not had time to get it
out of the way. Fason looked ex
tremely surprised at the state of
things and his wife exclaimed: "I
don't see how you do it all! Look
here, Mary, you've got to call a halt
or you'll kill yourself!"
"I don't want hervto do it," pro
tested Beard, "but she won't listen
to reason."
"I believe in living as you go
along," said Fason. I know you're
salting your money down in govern
ment bonds. Well, that's all right.
Bu maybe you won't be here when
the time comes to enjoy it"
"Perhaps you're right," murmured
The dinner was well cooked, but
extremely simple, and the small roast
had to be closely carved to go
around. Mary and Blanche Fason
exchanged knowing looks. They
were' tpgether in the plot After the
guests were gone Joe said: "Mary,
you've been .putting me through a
series of humiliations "
"Yes," she broke in. "And you
have been putting me through a se
ries of humiliations for nine years.
When I found out it was all uncalled
for I determined either to leave you
or cure you. Which shall it be?"
"It's a cure, dear. Now let us b'e
gin to live'
Mary buried her face on his shoul
der, and her arms around his neck
seemed to seal the compact
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March 3, 1837. Abraham Lincoln
and Dan Stone, alone of all the Illi
nois legislators, protested against
some resolutions passed by the gen
eral assembly disapproving the abo
litionist propaganda.
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Mrs. R. B. Sterns, demonstrator of
alfalfa possibilities in South Dakota,
finds her supply of alfalfa candies un
equal to the demand. Mrs. Sterns
has alfalfa tea, sirup- and other de
lightful specialties on tap steadily.

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