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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 27, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By Gertrude Mary--Sheridan.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The young girl dressed in black
looked very much relieved when Mr.
Sexton, manager of Randall & Co.,
mortgage bankers, told her brother
Ernest that his references were all
"Won't You Please Look After Him
a Little."
right and he could start at work
Her hand stole loving into that of
the pale-faced, timid lad, encouraging
him amid a new and strange environ
ment, and she whispered:
"Be brave, Ernest, dear! You will
soon become used to it. And think
what a help it will be to poor
Then her quick intelligent eye took
in the general ensemble pf the big of
fice. Her face fell Iuvau intuitive
way her mind recognized in the as
surance of the old clerks the vanity
of the typists, the cold calculating
manager, the indifference that would
chill the retiring nature of her broth
er, going into a new life after years
of care and tenderness, the idol of a
loving family circle. Her footsteps
lagged. Was she leaving a lamb
among wolves? Then near to the
door she noticed a man seated at a
desk. His glace followed her brother,
then it rested on her own face. Some
thing in its token of interest in her
self and her affairs, impelled her to
wards him. She knew not why, but
in an intense whisper she said:
"Won't you please look after him a
Her selection of him as a confidant,
as a friend, brought to the eyes of
Ransom Ware a sudden brightness, in
which his true soul of chivalry of de
votion to weak and helpless humanity
came to the surface in a flash. Re
spectfully but fervently he answered:
"I will do more than that. I will re
member by own long-ago first days
of apprenticeship and help him over
the rough places."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!"
spoke the young lady, the quick tears
of. emotion springing to her eyes and
clear to the door the glance of Ware
followed her, a queer longing thrill
at heart.
It was at the noon hour that Ware
sidled over to where the new employe
was stamping the morning's outgoing
"I'll show you the postoffice," vol
unteered Ware unostentatiously, "as
I go to lunch and, by the way, where
do you eat?"
"I don't know, I hadn't thought,"
replied Ernest Norton, flushing like a
school girL
"Well, I'll introduce you to a joint
where you can practice economy
when you have to,"- and Ware not
only showed the lad the postoffice
routine, but gave him a free dinner.
"Looks as if he needed and wanted
it, too," soliloquized Ware. 'Teor
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