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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 05, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"Suppose you write and explain
things to him," ventured Jane.
"Yes, a lot of good that would do,
when he wouldn't even answer moth
er's iletter about his own brother's
death," retorted Bessie.
"Well, I suppose the next thing he
will walk in on us and foreclose,"
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MP "Perhaps," added the mother, in
the same helpless way.
"I'm always seeing him coming
in," went on Jane; "a great, fat,
pompous brute with a red face and
new clothes."
"And a hard mouth and whiskers,
and creaky shoes and a cane," added
the elder sister. "Yes I dream of him
and wake up so glad it isn't so. Oh,
I wish somebody would "deliver us
from Uncle Turkeen."
"1 suppose," ventured Jane, rather
timidly, "Tom would help make out
the payment if we'd ask him."
"Of course. But do you suppose
I'd let him know? Not on your life!"
Bessie spoke with heat and final
ity. She had been engaged to Tom
Barrett for some months, but as he
was only a clerk in the house where
she was employed, they were both
waiting for better financial condi
tions before marrying. Barrett was
an industrious, capable young fel
low, well liked by his employers and
very much In love with the pretty
bookkeeper.
The outlook for the three women
was certainly rather gloomy, when
to make matters worse, a strange
man, almost the prototype of Jane's
nightmare, came to the front gate.
He took a quick survey of the house,
then came up to the door.
r jane saw mm irom me winaow.
9 "It's prime!" she cried.
"What's come?" asked her
mother.
"That old beast Turkeen!"
The other two women started up
in dismay. The bell rang. They
looked at each othe rhelplessly. Then
the mother said: "Let him in, Jane."
Jane complied and ushered in the
stranger.
"Are you Mrs. Turkeen?" he in
quired, addressing the elder lady.
V"I am. An 1 you are "
"Mr. Tn een's attorney, , Mr.
Moore," he interrupted. "I came to
see "
"Yes," put in Bessie, "we know
what you came for." And she pro
ceeded to explain the situation In
vigorous terms.
"Yes," supplemented Jane, "Bess
has worked early and late to try to
keep up the interest on that horrid
old mortgage. She's engaged to an
awfully nice chap, but they can't get
married, because he isn't very rich
and Bess won't let him knew she has
to pay it"
Jane had paid no attention-to the
remonstrances of both women, but
went on: "But what does he care,
mean old miser!"
"I think perhaps you do him an
injustice," said Mr. Moore. "I don't
think he knew matters were quite so
seriojuswith you."
"Well, why didn't he know?"
blazed up Jane. He didn't even an
swer mother's letter about father's
death."
"About that time," answered Mr.
Moore, "Mr. Turkeen was going
through the most terrible experience
of his life. He lost his wife and only
child in an accident in Cape Town.
He nearly lost his mind, and had to
be kept in a sanitarium for months.
Some well-meaning person, fearing
the news of his brother's death
would prove fatal, withheld the let
ter, and being among strangers, it
was some time before he heard."
"But when he did know " pro
tested the widow.
"Yes, yes; I am not entirely excus
ing Mr. Turkeen. Undoubtedly he
has been careless and selfish I
think he would admit that himself
but he was very bitter againsl his
brother, I think with .cause. You
may not have known that he was
nearly impoverished by his spend-
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