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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 30, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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It was not often that Una attended
any usual functions. Hers had be
come a home life, but once in a while
some close girl friend would tease her
into attending a party or reception.
That same evening the brother of
such a friend became her escort to
a birthday celebration in the next
town. He had shown marked atten
tion to Una and she regretted it and
decided this would be the last time
she would accompany him.
An open carriage from the livery
called for them. The driver sat muf
fled up on the front seat in his great
coat. Una's escort carelessly re
garded him as the sleepy-headed
driver he usually employed, and after
they had driven a mile or two, to the
distress of Una, made a flat proposal
for her hand in marriage.
"I am very sorry," she said, "but
you must not speak of this again."
"There is some Qther?"
"There alwayB has been!" mur
cured Una softly; "it will be always
the same."
The driver moved, stirred with
some deep emotion, but silently drove
them to their destination and back
home again. When he took the team
to the livery he handed its proprietor
a bank note with the words:
"Thanks for catering to my fancy
to act as a driver on a special occa
sion," and kept his face shaded, as
during his Bpell at the lines.
Mr. Dorsett got up his turkey appe
tite the next dayl That evening Una,
her father and mother and her sister
were invited guests, and it cheered
up Mr. Dorsett to be in such friendly
company. Una looked charming in
her spotless white bib and tucker.
She would allow no one to help her
in the preparation of the meal. She
hustled from kitchen'to dining room,
fairly in her element.
"All ready " she announced at last,
and the well-browned turkey was
ushered into evidence. "That is
strange!" spoke Una, returning to the
kitchen and finding the outside door
glightly open. Sh& picked up thecov-
ered dish of sweet potatoes, carried it
to the table and sat down, feeling she
had done her duty and was ready for
the due reward.
"I declare! this is simply grand and
neighborly" began Mr. Dorsett, and
then he came to an abrupt pause, the
cover to the potato dish in his hand.
He dropped it to stare past a steamy
veil within the dish at a neat rubber
banded package of papers.
"What's this?" he exclaimed, and
then fell back, overcome. "Bonds!"
"Bonds?" repeated Una, vaguely,
rising up from her chair and hurrying
over to his side.
"Yes," uttered Mr Dorsett, hoarse
ly, as though same quick suggestion
brought partial illumination to his
mind, "and the same bonds identical
ly that I ordered two years ago and
that Wilfred Wilfred What does
this mean?"
"It means it must mean Wilfred!"
ventured Una, with a speedy gleam of
"Did you call me?" interrupted a
new voice, and there in the doorway
stood Wilfred Dorsett!
The old man got up, shaking from
head to foot. Una stood staring, pal
pitating. "It's all right, father," spoke the
newcomer, moving to the side of Mr.
Dorsett and placing a loving gentle
hand upon the silvered white head.
"You true angel!" burst forth the
returned wanderer, and his arms
were extended and Una ran into
them. "Ah, you were all ready for
Yes, there, as at every meal Una at
tended to in the lonely house, was
the plate set for the missing one.
Next to it she had sat and there a mo
ment later those two were together.
"I slipped that package into the
dish just now in the kitchen," ex
plained the returned outcast. "I
drove you over to the party last
night, Una. I heard your answer to
your escort. Then I knew I might
"He has come home he is back.
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