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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 07, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Thomas B. Alderson.
When once you had seen Ethel
Lyndon, it was liard to forget her.
Thinking it over, you-would connect
her with pictures you had seen in
olden books when art was select in
the portrayal. Her eyes would make
you recall some brilliant Spanish
beauty. Her form, her poise reminded
of the queenly beauties of ancient
It Was Hard to Forget Her.
France. Her face, a-smile, lured you
with its fresh sweetness, and your
mind would get memories of golden
mornings when some one you loved
stepped into a dewy garden path
among birds and flowers like some
light fairy.
Of the ten or twelve available
swain of Deepford fully half of them
were ready to die for her and the
others in despair. She was not only
tie belle of the district, but the favor
ite of all the girls. She did not seek
to reign as queen of all hearts. They
made her, and did her homage, but
could not spoil her. Ethel was all
soul kindly, genuine, the friend of
everyone even of Wheels.
Poor Wheels! He had got his nick
name and had met his fate at Deep
ford. He was wise enough to realize
it and placidly accepted the situation.
They called him Wheels because he
had them in his head. At least they
said so. He had been always of an in
quisitive turn of mind. Some one had
told him he was a natural born in
ventor. Since then Adrian Russell,
alias "Wheels," had dubbled in all
kinds of experiments.
Adrian had a small estate left him
by his mother. Ethel depended on her
aged and somewhat whimsical grand
father. She was his favorite and" the
other heirs expectant hated her for it.
"Let 'em, my dear!" old Luke Lyn
don used to chuckle. "I've got all my
fortune in cash and jewels. I intend
to tell yoju where they are before I die.
Don't give those time-serving, money
grubbing cousins of yours a single
Time went pleasantly for Ethel. The
home was roomy and even elegant,
her grandfather liberal in allowing
her spending money. He did not ob
ject in the least to her having a jolly
crowd enjoy the evenings on the spa
cious lawn or upon the wide vine
embowered porch.
"I've got it!" announced Wheels in
an assured and excited tone one aft
ernoon, joining the tennis party on
the Lyndon lawn.
"What, Wheels?" interrogated a
joker "measles?" But Adrian re
fused to be anything but serious.
"No, sir," he said, "I've got a new
"Mouse trap, eh?"' smirked a sec
ond Smart Aleck.
Just here Ethel dropped her racquet
and came up to the spot There was
something earnest in the clear bright
face of Adrian, even if he was a

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