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By Elizabeth Kay
A pretty girl crossing the street, a
white-and-yellow dog that darted in
her wake, a gasp andSittle scream,
and a fall such was one of the first
spectacles that met Ralph Evans'
eyes as he walked downtown into
He ran to help her to her feet The
girl rose painfully and flashed a
glance of indignant scorn at him.
"Your dog " she began.
"It isn't my dog," answered Ralph
apologetically. "I never saw the
creature before. You see, I have only
been a few hours in town."
It was difficult to be angry with
the frank ingenuity of the young
man, but Dorothy Morton was suffer
ing from her fall. She looked at him
with subsiding indignation, then
"I'm sorry," she said frankly.
He raised his hat and hurried
away. He had come to Midgeville in
answer to an advertisement for as
sistant on the local paper who could
invest $500. That was the exact
amount of the young man's capital.
He knew the paper must be on its
last legs to require that amount of
money, and he had a shrewd idea
that eventually it would gravitate
into his capable hands.
However, he had thought Midge
ville an unattractive city when he ar
rived the evening before. Now, after
this encounter, all his ideas were al
tered. The sun was shining, birds
were singing, all the world had
His interview with the newspaper
owner was highly satisfactory. The
old man was about to retire. He hint
ed openly that it might be possible to
buy the paper later on part owner
ship. And, in the course of a
lengthy disquisition for old Col.
Sharpe was a philosopher and warm
hearted Ralph discovered that he 1
was the uncle of Miss Dorothy Mor
ton. How he identified that name with
the girl he never knew, but he was
sure from that moment that Dorothy
Morton was the girl who had fallen
over the dog.
A surprise was in store for the
young man. When he left the office
the white-and-yellow dog was wait
ing for him.
"Shoo!" said Ralph. But the dog
cringed and fawned and followed him
Waiting for Him.
toward his boarding house. He had
almost reached this destination when
he saw Miss Dorothy coming around
the corner. He raised his hat He
saw her pleasant smile freeze, saw a
look of angry reproach upon her
face. Then he understood. It was
that dog! She thought he had been
He made toward the creature an
grily, but the dog, crouching at his
feet rolled over alarmingly. He