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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 27, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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oby was-delaying perhaps he want- T
ed to make dead sure of his aim.
Roberts saw the lion rise and
crouch to spring. A scream of horror
broke from Robert's lips. "Westo
by!" he yelled.
At that instant-the lion sprang.
Westoby leaped to his feet and
glanced backward. He was too late
to aim. The lion was upon him.
Westoby clubbed his rifle and brought
it down on the beast's skull. Next in
stant lion and man were fighting for
the mastery for death and life.
Roberts ran toward them. But long
before he reached them the lion was
standing over its prey, worrying and
shaking Westoby as a cat worries a
mouse. Roberts fired his load of shot
into the lion's heart.
Westoby opened his eyes. He was
frightfully mangled. He was dying.
He could barely speak.
"Forgive 1" he whispered.
Again Roberts stretched out his
hand and held the hand of Westoby.
How could he but forgive. The same
temptation had assailed them both.
Westoby seemed to read that, for
he whispered:
"I I came to Africa to Mil you,
Roberts. Mary loved you. I found
that out. She was going to marry me
out of pique. She never loved me.
She always loved you."
"You are not married?" Roberts.
Westoby shook his head faintly,
and his eyes closed. Then, opening
them again and summoning all his
remaining strength, he whispered:
"I thought that if you were dead
she would learn to love me. I came
to Africa to kill you. I meant to pre
tend that we had met and that a lion
had mangled you. Mary knew I was
coming. I had told her I was going to
find you and bring you back to her.
Forgive 1"
And Roberts forgave. Five minutes
later Westoby died.
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Washington. While "her father,
Capt Benton Clark Decker, com
mander of the S. S. Tennessee, is
stirring up things in Turkey, Miss
Mary Decker is at work in Washing
ton collecting pennies for the Bel
gian relief fund.
Miss Decker and several other
young women have undertaken, to
collect "a mile of pennies" to be pre
sented to the queen of Belgium.
On Sunday last the writer and
party spent the day at Lake Findley.
While there we noticed two large
touring cars from Erie that came up
and ate dinner on the bank of (he
lake. The Sun, North East, Pa.
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