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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 14, 1912, Image 18

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By. H. M. Egbert.
'(Cdpyright by W. Q. Chamnan.)
Abigail Smale-ntered vtnVex-
press office at Norbury, which
was kepf by Mrs. James Searles,
. . ! L I 1
Completely Discomposed Miss
her finger on her Tip, cx free
hand pointed down theTroadT
"JHe's coming, Jane," she whis
pered mysteriously. r 4
Mrs. $earles looked, jup wearily
frorn her delivery book. Wllorr
she, asked tersely. ,
"That worthless husband' of
yqurs'," responded the"other tart
ly. (He's been gone three days
now on one of his regular sprees
with that Joe Turner and his
worthless friends. Jane, promise
me you'll not take him back.
Show your dignity
Jane Searles sighed and folded
her hands in resignation.
"Abigail," she said, "Heaven
knows he's been a good man to
me when he's been sobers But
when his friends get hold of him
&nd get him to drinking he's
somebody else. I don't know
what to do." r
Abigail Smale stood up. "Jane,"
she said firmly, "last time he came
home you told him if he ever let
another drop of liquor pass his
lip's you'd cast him off for good.
Here you are with a prosperous
business and a worthless, drunk
en husband that contributes noth
ing your support. Why should
yotindure him any longer, stag
gering round the house and put
ting you to shame before decent
folks? Jane, if you're weak-kneed
and spineless enough to talce him
back again you'll lose all your
"I guess you're right, Abigail,"
responded Jane Searles meekly.
"Good! Good!" exclaimed the1
other heartily. "And as I see him
coming on the path now and don't
want to be contaminated by his
presence I'll say good-bye."
Jane Searles looked after her
thoughtfully. "I wonder just
why you're so set against Jim,
Abigail," she said, "I wonder, if
it's true that you and he were
sweethearts once. MOr is it just
love for me?"
"My dear!" said a thick voice
behind Her. Jane Sea'rles turne'd.'
Her husband stood on the
threshold, regarding hr with a
mixture of anxiety and affection
ate benignness. "My dear, I've

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