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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 06, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 21

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I know from, what I had heard that
Aunt Mary was a very different kind
of woman from Mrs. Waverly, and,
although Uncle John had plenty of
money, he and Aunt Mary had always
lived on the farm.
It looked to me as though the two
women would mix about as well as oil
and water. Poor old Dad looked aw
fully sad, and we settled down in the
motor and Mollie exclaimed: "Dad
says if anything happens to Uncle
John, Aunt Mary will come and live
with us. I'm awfully glad of that, for
Aunt Mary is a dear. You have never
seen her, Madge, but she is one of
those women who you can always
take your troubles to. She isn't much
on style, but .although she is a littld
older than mother, she can remember
when she was young and sympathize
with you almost like a girl."
"It's too bad Mary never had any
children," remarked Mr. Waverly;
"she was just born to be a mother."
I began to feel very sorry for Aunt
Mary whom Fate had denied her
birthright,-and I hoped t should like
her well enough to make up to her in
a little the great loss a husband must
be to a childless wife.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Owosso, Mich., Feb. 6. The streets I
of six villages are dark and silent.
The houses are black except for the j
dim glow of a lamp here and there.
In the shop windows candles flicker
forlornly. The wonted gaity 01 me
ten-cent theaters is stilled, and the
gloom and hush of death, seem to
lie upon the town.
All because Hank Dresser's jersey
cow, Bess, who passes her evening3
in a pasture over in Shiawasee town
ship, shares with others of the bovine
tribe the -propensity for rubbing her
back and ample flanks against avail
able scratchy objects.
Bess discovered a pole and she rub
bed herself. Two high-tension wires
came in contact, with a burst of flame
and lights went out.
o o
A man was being shown over a
trout farm. "Ah!" he said, thought
fully. "Providence knew what it was
doing when it made fishes voiceless."
"How do you mean?" he was asked.
"Well, I understand that fishes lay
millions of eggs every year. What if
they cackled like hens over every egg
they laid?"

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