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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 16, 1912, Image 18

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By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
A neatly apparelled". gid walk
ing slowly and sadly down a
shady street in- Creston. Ahead
of her a wizened, bent, old man
was picking his careful way
where the pavement was most
shaded, for the sun was blistering
"Give It to Me," She Said Firmly.
hot. Only a st'iff, rollicking breeze
sayed the day from utter sultri
ness. As the old man turned the
corner the wind caught him like
a. cyclone. It sent his old-fashioned
high hat rolling and tumb
ling behind him.
Immediately a. crowd Of urchins
playing in a vacant lot just off tHe
street made a dive for the frayed,
discolored head gear.
"Get it! Get it!" shouted jubi
lant voices. "Old Wilson's hat.
Put it on the post and peg at it!"
"Boys, boys," chided the ycktng
lady, throwing up her veil and
showing a facer tear stained but
resolute enough even in its rare
prettiness to daunt the lads. She
managed to catch hold of a big
boy who had secured the hat..
"Give it to me," she said firm
ly. "The old gentleman is Wait
ing for it."
"Humph, him!" cried the lad,
contemptuously. "Why, he's only
old Miser Wilson". Take it,
though jjust because you're so
pretty, and are going - to be our
The girl smiled brightly at the
compliment. Her lip quivered,
however, at the last words of the
boy. She compressed them tight
ly and went up to the old man.
"The wind blew your hat
away," she said.
'And you rescued it from those
young torments," broke in the
old man sharply." '"I saw it all. I
suppose," and his keen eyes spark
led, and he chuckled, "they told
you.who I was."
"Yes Mr. Wilson'."
"And the old miser? Hey, did
they say that? You don't want
to go around doing favors ior old
misers, do you, young lady?"
"Why, if they deserve it, sure
ly. You do not look very) dread
ful, Mr. Wilson," said the young
lady with a smile.
"You're the right sortj Miss

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