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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 28, 1913, Image 18

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1 By H. M. Egbert.
1 (Gopyright by W. G. Chapman.)
- Caste is "not a matter of money in
JHcksville. The olLj;esidents asso
ciate together by force of social grav
itation. Some are rich, some poor;
but before they take the stranger to
their hearts they want to know who
Ihe is. . , .
: That was all that was the matter
cwith Laura . Maynardte affair with
Will Sturgis. Laura's grandfather
was a mechanic, but his grandfather
had shouldered a muske,t at Lexing-
But Who Is He?"
ton. As for Laura's father he was
,a struggling insurance agent. And
cWill Sturgis was a man in overalls
i with greasy hands.
. How it quite came about Laura
'hardly knew. She was bookkeeper
, at the electrical works. Will, black
with grease, passed through the
I bookkeeping department occasional
ly, and sometimes said good-day to
her. One afternoon he picked up a
package that she had dropped in the
street, and carried it home for her.
Love, being blind, and, moreover,
unclothed, cares nothing for silks and
satins, frock coats or homespun.
Somehow Will always happened to be
at the gate when Laura left, and he
would walk along the street beside
her, and Laura knew that the people
were watching from the porches.
And then the evening came when
they knew they loved each other.
Laura would always remember that!
A rain-storm had driven them for
shelter under the projecting eaves of
an old barn. They stood there ex
pectantly, because each sensed the
other's mind. Then Will took Laura's
hand in his.
"Laura, dear, I love you," he said.
"I want you to be my wife some day.
Will you, dear?"
And Laura could not answer be
cause their faces were so close to
gether; and the next moment their
lips met
She was so radiantly happy that
her face betrayed her secret to all.
On the next evening her Aunt Mary,
who kept house for her father, felt
moved to speak her mind.
"Laura," she said, "I see that
young Will Sturgis walks home with
you almost every afternoon."
"Yes, aunt," said Laura self-consciously.
"He lives on this street,
you know."
"I wouldn't allow him to do so any
more, my dear. People are begin
ning to notice it."
"Well, tell them we are engaged,"
blurted out Laura.
Mary Mayn'ard, who had never
been engaged, clapped her hands to
gether, and her face grew as red as
a peony.
"Engaged!" she repeated, when
she had found her breath; "You, the
great-great-granddaughter of Saul
Maynard, engaged to a common me
chanic!" "Will's a pretty good mechanic; I
heard Mr. Brown say so,." said Laura
"But who is he?" exclaimed her
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