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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 09, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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One day, however, Bayne insisted
that he see Viola personally. He was
ugly to the point of ferocity when
she received him coldly. (
"I shall proceed to foreclose on the
property unless my interesf is paid,"
he announced.
"I am sorry," fluttered Viola meek
ly, "but unless my father returns "
"He will never return,"- growled
m iJayne Drutauy. tie is aeaa long
i" since and vou mav as well make un
your mind to it See here, you had
better be sensible, unless you want
to be a beggar. "111 give you 30 days
to becide to become my wife." '
"That never will be!" affirmed Vio
la -indignantly.
'Then I shall turn you out in the
streets."
And the 30 days were nearly past,
and, but for the faithful love of Ju
lian, she would have been crushed
utterly. ""
Of all this Julian was thinking as
he strolled down-the village street
He had a problem to sqlve, he felt,
for .he was not in a condition finan
cially to care for a wife as he would
have liked to do.
He paused as he crossed the plat
form of the little railroad station and
with natural curiosity watched the
passengers alight from the evening
train from the city. Then he made a
positive jump forward. A man,
bronzed, travel-worn.with threadbare,
attire, thin, but brisk, and carrying
a battered satchel plastered with for
eign labels had stepped from the
train.
"Dr. BlissL" shouted Julian. ""Oh,
this .will brighten the heart of a poor,
patient girl."
"Morse! ut it seems grand to see
you!" cried the returned traveler
cheerily. "Yes, it's me, and I've been
H through something, my boy, believe
W ma TTm-cn T7inla mir cietoT9
uuuv,, ...., my uuvu .
All
me,
well?"
"Glorious, now you're home!" en
i thused Julian. "Come, hurry. Oh,
but Viola will be glad!"
Poor Viola! Joyous Viola! Shel
clung to her beloved parent, crying,
laughing, fairly hysterical, when Jul
ian, happy as a schoolboy, ushered
him into the home that had so
misled him. It was amid their glad,
mutual greeting that a summons
came at the doorbell. Aunt Lucy
ushered old Bayne into the room.
The money lender had not antici
pated the return of the master of
the house. He was" staggered, sought
to retire, but the doctor, unaware of
his treachery and meanness, treated
him like some bosom friend.
'Ha! ha! Come after your money
getting anxious about it, I suppose,"
cried Dr. Blis uproariously. "Ycm
will be paid and well paid, neighbor,
for your patience. I don't look very
prosperous, eh? Well, I've not been
for many a month. In prison in Bel
gium, in prison in Prussia, knocked
from pillar to post, blown up twice,
nearly hanged for a spy. At last I'm
here and Fve come to pay up every
thing. You know that letter I sent
you with-the pictures, Viola?"
"We received no letter, father," re
plied Viola.
"Butthe pictures?"
"Oh yes, they came all right and
mystified us not a little."
"Where are they?"-
- "In the attic."
"Have them down. I want to show
my old friend here wliat a rare, royal
bargain I made abroad. You see,
there' were six. of those gems. A rich
old stadtholder under government
suspicion offered me the lot, worth
$100,000 for $15,000 to get cash to
flee the country. I shipped them as
common freight."
"Why, father, tfiey are worthless
daubs," ventured Viola, but her fa
ther at this roared with gleeful jol
lity. Viola and Julian went to the
attic and brought -tire set of oil
paintings down into the sitting room.
Drr Bliss lifted the wretched daubs
from the box with great gusto. ' He
rested them against various chairs.
"There you are!" he announced
diffusively, "a clear value of $100,000

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