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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 30, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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sue brought home one day, a half
starved. - ragged tramp, leaning on
her shoulder, for support. He was
Jim Darby, he had told her when she
found him nursing a broken ankle
by the wayside. Her adopted parents
had inoculated rare human sym
pathy in her tender soul. She feared
no rebuff when she led the castawa;
up to the porch of the little home and
seated him in a rustic chair.
"There, be as comfortable as you
can untill I tell mother," the bright,
winsome creature told Jim Darby.
"She will do the rest"
There was no failing of her ear
nest promise. The homeless tramp
was given a comfortable bed in, the
garret. He was nursed and fed and
told that he was welcome to such as
they had until he was well enough to
resume the road.
"Which is my natural bent," ob
served Jim, "and somewhere along
it I'm going to find, something to pay
you back for all your kindness."
Innocent, inexperienced Lois saw
in fancy their grateful patient delv
ing hard at honest work to keep his
pledge. In his secret mind Jim
chuckled as -he recalled a certain
domicile' 20 miles or more distant.
There its crabbed master had set his
dogs on him, not, however, until the
keen-eeyd mendicant had caught
sight of glowing wealth in the libra
ry of the mansion.
He was well and strong as he an
nounced at the breakfast table one
morning that he would be no longer
a burden upon them.
"Better stay over a few days,
friend," invited bluff, kind-hearted
Alan Ware. '
"Yes, at least for today," supple
mented Mary, "for Alan, I suppose
you had forgotten it, but we were
married just 50 years ago today."
"I remembered it," came the
prompt, but muffled response, and a
tear rolled down the speaker's
cheek, "our wedding. I hoped you
had forgotten it, for there hasn't
been much of gold, or even silver, in
tills house during the half century.''
"But, oh! what true, pure gold of
love and trust and faith," cried Mary,
springing up, agile as a girl, and put
ting her arms around his nee'v. "And
as to the other- gold why, Alan,
dear, we've always kept and revered
this. Don't you remember Brother
Bruce gave this to me only a week
before we ran away and got mar
ried." Mary removed from her neck a
chain fend locket. It contained the
portraits of her parents. She placed
it on the table and it should remain
there all day, she declared, as a re
minder. She planned a fine dinner to
celebrate the occasion. Jiin Darby
went outside,. deeply thoughtful.
"They shall have a real golden
wedding if I get jugged for it!" solil
oquized Jim, and he left the house for
that grander one 20 miles away. He
was not home at dinner time. Mary
and Lois, returning to the house just
before dark, stared strangely at the
table as they -entered the house. In
its center was a little heap of gold
coins and a blurred, misspelt note. It
read"; Four your golden wedding. -Jim
.Darby."
"Why, what can it mean?" mar
veled Mary, and then picking up a
box from the floor which had ei
dently been the original receptacle of
the coins, she uttered a kind or a
scream. .
What Jim Darby had done was to
rob the brother of his kind hostess
and the box he had stolen bore on its
side his name and a description of
the rare coins it contained. In a flash
Mary surmised the truth.
Nothing would do but Lois must
instantly proceed to the next town,
seek out Bruce Watson and restore
the filched treasure and explain: Li is
had a sweetheart who offered to
drive her to Wadham and back.
Bruce Watson regarded his isitor
with suspicion and dislike. lie
roused up, however, as Lois told her
story and restored the stolen coins.
"A golden wedding? Those pau-

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