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THE DAY BOOK f) 398 500 SO. PEORIA ST. TEL. MONROE 353 Vol. 1, No. 115 Chicago, Thursday, Feb. 8, 1912. One Cent WALL STREET THINKS LACK OF HAWLEY WILL JUST AWFUL, BUT ONE WOMAN SAYS "GOODY!" Pretty Little Mrs. Fred Crandall, Wife of the Disinherited Nephew,, Who Had To Work as Stevedore, Has the Laugh on Everyone Hubby Gets $2,500,000. New York, Feb. 8. When the news that Edwin Hawley, the railroad king, had left no will, was taken to Wall stret, Wall street shook its hoary head and prophesied evil. Finances would be disturbed, financiers might lose money, and heaven alone knew what might happen 'because Hawley hadn't left a will. But when "the same news was carried to a little flatn Hdboken, a pretty little woman, dressed in a useful looking Mother Hub bard, who evidently fhad been washing dishes, cried: "Oh, goody! goody!" And when you come right down to cases, what .the pretty little woman thinks about it is much more important than what Wall street thinks about it, be cause the pretty little woman is going to be a mother soon, and who can fortell the importance of a new life? He might be a son, and become a Napoleon of the people, and humble Wall street in the dust, and teach the 400 that all men are brothers, arid , But let's get on with the story: The pretty little woman used to be Mary McManus, private telegrapher for Edwin Hawley. Now she is Mrs. Fred Crandall, and just because Edwin Hawley's will can't be found, Fred Crandall will get $2,500,000 of the money Hawley couldn't take to heaven, or wherever railroad magnates go when they die. Crandall was the nephew of Hawley. At one time he was the favorite nephew of the railroad wizard, and used to live with him in the big, gloomy mansion on Fifty-fourth street, where Haw ley hid when he wasn't working. 1 That was when Fred was only 16 years old and was attending school. Fred an his uncle got along fine then. It was when Hawley insisted that Fred go to work that trouble came. Fred had about as much liking for work as any other rich man's nephew. Hawley gave him a job in the Southern Pacific offices in the old Equitable building under himself. Once in a while Fred used to do a little work, just enough to -' i 4 jtSirjrfcolS?