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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 02, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 13

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Here I am in my little rooms at the
hotel and they certainly look good to
me. I have persuaded Dick to let the
nurse go and he has fixed it so I can
have everything near my bed that I
may need and I can call the boy at
any time.
To tell the truth, I shall be glad
to be alone. The doctor can dress
my burned foot, and my broken leg is
getting along nicely. I do not suffer
very much except when I try to move
my feet. I feel I shall rather enjoy
the company of Margie Waverly.
Last night Dick told, me that he
was dreadfully in debt "and he was
much worried over a lot of little bills
that are pressing him.
"What's the use of worrying?" I
said. "Don't you remember we al
most quarreled over putting some
money in the bank for just such emer
gencies as this? You give me those
bills and I can write the letters and
sends the checks and you need not
worry any more about them."
At first he demurred, but I tQld him
it would be good for me to have some
thing to do, and he was glad to get
rid of it all, I could see. "Take the
bills and the money. I never can keep
out of debt," he said.
He also told me that thebook pub
lishing company was not making any
money this year. A number of cities
where they expected their books
would be recommended and sold had,
through the grafting efforts of some
unscrupulous politicians, purchased
books of another company.
"I don't believe we can sell school
books. on honor, Margie," said Dick,
despondently. "The competition is
not of merit nor salesmanship. It is
who will give us the most graft."
"I would not stay in any business
where I had to practice such meth
ods," I said.
"Little you know about it, my dear.
You would have to make comprom
ises with your conscience and your
self every day if you were a success
ful business man. That is all there
is to business one long series of
I wonder if Dick is not right? It
seems to me as though we were get
ting more and more to think that only
by grafting or paying graft can we
We cannot even have the slight
est favor done for us without some
one gets the graft. We cannot go to
a hotel without feeing the waiters and
the bellboys. The most of us, how
ever, do this feeing because we have
to get ahead of the other guests, to
get something that will not appear in
the bill something a little better
than the man who is in the next room
to us or who sits at the next table.
We never get it, because the man in
the next room and the man at the
next table is doing the same thing.
Dick is also very much worried
about his father, who, he says, should
be in the house instead of at his busi
ness. "But dad does not dare leave
the store in Jack's hands," Dick tells
me. Jack has been showing some
alarming tendencies of late to drink
and stay out nights. Poor Mary looks
like a shadow of her former self. She
came over to see me yesterday, and
two or three times her eyes filled with
tears. She did not make any com
plaint, but she did say, however, that
she did not know what she would do
without Aunt Mary.
Jack came to see me last night
with a big bunch of American Beauty
roses, which I knew he could not af
ford, and I thought he spoke a little
thickly. He seemed very nervous and
although he was profuse in his ex
pressions of sympathy, I could see
that he was only happy when he made
his exit.
It doesn't look as though we were
going to be a very happy family.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)

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