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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 14, 1912, Image 19

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cpme home to th'e fold," he mur
mured with an ingratiating smile.
Jane Searles went Up to him.
fJim," she said, "I've been a
good wife to you for nearly ten
years, and I've worked arid slaved
for you,, and I've stood for a good
deal, But it's over now. I told you
if you went off again to drink you
couldn'Ucome home. This home
is mine, and I've paid every pen
ny that's been -put into it Now
take yourself off!"
"Jane! Pear Jane!" murmured
Mr. Searles uncertainly. But h$.
withdrew hastily as the slammed
door grazed Jlis nose,, and, look
ing back ruefully at this unex
pected phenomenon, he decided
that it was not a propitious mo
ment to renew the attack, and
limped back down the road in the
dirfection of his crony's, joe Tur
ner. "What, back again?" shouted
the latter, looking up from his
forgev Though a hafrj drinker,
Joe never neglected his work. He
was an old bachlor, a lifelong
friend of Jiih's, and of his wife's,
. too, until Jane had begun to at
tribute her husbaruFs occasional
debauches to Joe. As a matter of
fact the blacksmith had done
muctf to restrain his friend from
"Wife won't have-me," mur
mured Jim Searles disconsolate
ly, taking, a seat beside the fire.
"I guessed not," shouted Joe.
"X warned ye, Jim. You've got a
grand wife and you've spoiled her
temperament by the excessive use
of ardent spirits. Now you'll have
to go without her'
"But it's breaking my Heart,
Joe," muttered the qther. "Help
'Til help ye," roared the black
smith, advancing upon the other
pwith a redhot horseshoe gripped
between a pair of tongs. Get out
of my sight, you drunken profli
gate. I've drunk with ye and I've
made merry with ye, but I won't
break yoUr jife'-s home or b,reak
Jim Sekrfes tumhled off his
chair and'grovelled at his friend's
feet. - v
,'!Joe, help; me out,this once," he
"begged. I've had m,yJessOn.
Squaretne with her and Bu never
touch liquor again. JqUM&aso
cursedly conscientious," lie add
ed, seetng'hjs frie'nd set down the
horseshoe agajn "Its" because
she -said she wouldn't take me
bacH hatshe's bent on keeping
her word.. Cant you hefp -ne,
Joe Turnfer pushed his friend
into the little room at the back of
the forge. ,,
"You lie down there and take a
nap," he said. "I'll see. what can
be done for you."
Jim Searles awoke-that evening
to find Joe Turner toasting bacon
oyer the fire. The table had been
laid for two and a caldrdn of souo
hissed on the coals.
"How d'youyfeel, Jim?" asked
the blacksmith, coming baEK with
the bacon. "Pretty bad, hey?
Have some beer?"
"Not for me, Joe," said Jim
Searles, and the other gave him a
violent clap on the back.
"Good for you, Jim," e snout-

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