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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 29, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Robert Wade Burton
"Four of you, eh?;Uremarked old
Silas Bainbridge. "Where do you
stand in the list, Ransom?"
"I fancy I don't count, Mr. Bain
bridge," replied Ransom Deane in his
serious, practical way, and started off,
hoe in hand, for the potato field.
His employer and friend stood look
ing speculatively after him. There
was a tender glow in the grim, hard
eyes. Ransom had been his handy
man about the farm for over two
years, and in all that time he had yet
to find a flaw in his loyal, helpful
service. A good many things ran
through the old man's mind as he
stood there. He was so preoccupied
that he gave a great start as a hand
touched his arm and rested there.
'What are you thinking of, Silas?"
inquired his wife, and she looked
at him keenly.
"That lad," was the reply. "He's
a good one, too. You know how we
joke about Lesbia's four lovers? You
know, too, how everybody says that
on her birthday, day after tomorrow,
she is going to take her pick. I sort
of joked Ransom for being in the
group. He won't have it says he
don't count"
"Silas," exclaimed Mrs. Bainbridge,
her face earnest and working, "I wish
he did."
"Mary," replied Silas, quite as in
tently, "I wish so, to. Those three
city fellows are clean, decent fellows
they can strum banjos and sing, and
they've got fine clothes, and their
folks money, but I'd rather hear Ran
som Deane's simple "Annie Laurie"
and have him around, kind, helpful,
accommodating day in and day out,
than see Lesbia marry a mn who will
take her away from this sweet, dear
life to the folly and shallow excite
ment of the city."
.The trip referred to were summer i
boarders at the lake hotel a mile dis
tant. They were all in 16ve with Les
bia, and it was no wonder. She was
a woodland sprite, not only beautiful
but good. To each and 11, including
Ransom Lesbia was like a loving sis
ter. Never girl had so loyal an at
tendance and so appreciated it
Life had gone like some fair dream
with Ransom until the three rivals in
vaded the field. He did not resent
their appearance. He was not en
gaged to Lesbit, although hehad once
confesed his deep affection for her
Tugged, Strained and Strove to Pull
That Heavy Load
and she had asked time to think it
over, to be sure of her own heart
When three proposals came one after
the other he felt he must not stand
in the w?v of the true welfare of Les
bia. He had little to offer her. His
father had left him a small, poorly
stocked farm, so poor, indeed, that
ae rented it out for what it cost him
for taxes and interest on its value.
Wesdnesday was Lesbia's nine
teenth birthday. The week before she.

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