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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 19, 1913, Image 18

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By Mildred Caroline Goodridge.
"Tire artful minx!"
"Yes, it's simply disgraceful!"
Thus Miss Blanche Ransom, thus
in indignant echo Miss Eunice Brad
ner. They were seated on the veranda
of the summer hotel at Silver Lake
and their mutual interest was center
ed on a couple passing down the
Saw the Letter on the Bureau in
Vane's Room.
beach, smiling, attractive and happy
a man and a girl, the latter Lois
Tyrell, school mistress, the gentle
man Vane Walton, grandson and heir
of John Walton, the city millionaire.
He had joined the gay aristocratic
group at the hotel two weeks previ
ously. Mr. Paul Durand, fop and trail
er of the fashionable set, had culti-1
vated him and incidentally made him
his occasional banker. Between Miss
Ransom and Miss Bradner there had
been a positive race for the attention
of the promising young man.
Quite accidentally one afternoon
Vane had rescued Lois Tyrell from
the grasp of a thieving tramp, bent
on robbing her as she was gathering
wild flowers in the wood.
The rare beauty and modesty of
the young girl had held Vane spell
bound ever since. For ttie first time
in his life he knew what real love
was. In a week he had confessed the
fact to the object of his adoration,
at the end of two they were engaged.
"After his money, of course!" re
marked Miss Ransom sourly.
"Oh, everybody knows "that!"
chimed in Miss Bradner with like
Meantime the happy lovers con
tinued their stroll. It led to the hum
ble little schoolhouse where Lois pre
sided. Then Vane came back to the
hotel. It was to face a vast surprise.
A letter awaited him and by its su
perscription he recognized the hand
writing of his grandfather. He had
written his eccentric relative frankly
informing him that he had met his
heart's choice. With some anxiety he
had awaited the reply. Here it was.
The missive was a brief one. "The
timber investment has gone beyond
my control," it ran. "You had better
think of something besides getting
married. I am going away to find out
if anything can be saved from the
wreck. In the meantime you had
better try and start in earning a liv
ing." The timber investment! that in
volved the entire fortune of Vane's
grandfather. To say that Vane was
not seriously impressed and disap
pointed would be to stray from the
facts. It was a positive blow, a rude
Paul Durand, always meanly pok
ing into the business of others, saw
the letter on the bureau in Vane's
room later. The news soon spread.

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