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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 14, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"Then gimme a dollar," said Jim
"A dollar!, My friend, you need a
great deal more than that just to,
ah! ehem! rehabilitate yourself. I
will give you $100," and he produced
the crisp inviting banknotes that
made Jim's mouth water. "I would
suggest a bath, a becoming suit of
ciouies, a auue at a goqu iioiei anu
I will meet you at my offce at 10
o'clock tomorrow morning, go into
court and place the estate cash of
$30,000 to ygur account at the bank.
Ah, my dear," he interrupted himself
as an angular, vixen-faced lady en
tered the room, "let me have the
pleasure of introducing Mr. Newton
my daughter, Hyacinth."
"Oh, dear," piped the spinster lan
guidly, "have you found the gentle
man at last? How sweet! How ro
mantic!" and she almost caressed
this' expected victim
Weary Jim left the house like one
in a dream. One thing his more con
spicuous senses aimed for and land
ed. This was at a restaurant. The
meal Jim ate astounded the waiter.
Its volume so surprised the proprie
tor that he approached before it was
finished and intimated the gross
amount invblved. Unctuous and full
mouthed. Jim pulled out a $5 bill.
"Give the change to the waiter,"
he directed grandiloquently.
One week later, Weary Jim came
out of the mansion he had inherited,
by way of the rear door and with a
scared look on his face. -He almost
ran until he reached a point some
squares distant.
"Whfiw!" hfi nanted. "I'm nut of
that for good I've escaped!"
wnat Jim naa escaped rrom was'
misery. For him wealth had brought
torment. A bath had made him ten
der and the flannels irritated him.
Rich food gave him the toothache,
with consequent loss of appetite. He
missed the dozy atmosphere of the
hayloft and the cheap lodging house,
lying in his luxurious feather bed.
But the crowning terror of hislif e ;
? had become Hyacinth Hyacinth"
Sharp, the attorney's daughter. Like
a were-wolf she pursued him. She
was bound to marry him or rather
his money. At the thought of this
tremendous responsibility Jim had re
solved to sacrifice all. He thought
of the happy-go-lucky life of old, and
then of her, and shuddered and de
camped. Jim had his plan. Long and dili
gently he searched for an old partner
of the road Crippled Joe. He found
his friend in a poor lodging house. He
astonished the helpless hobo comrade
with a proffered home, fortune,
friends. He took Joe to a lawyer and
transferred to him legally air of his
uncle's bequest except $10,000 in
"Poor fellow! I've put it over on
Joe!" murmured Jim, "but maybe
he'll escape Hyacinth."
Then-Weary Jim plunged back into
the old life. For a time, although the
frowsiest of them all, he ran a free
hotel for his compatriots, and ex
pended $5,000 in that philanthropic
venture. The result was a riotous
household, increased indolence on
the part of his patrons, and the po
lice closed the place.
One day Jim saw Cripple Joe and
the peerless Hyacinth flash by in an
auto. He knew they were man and
wife from the pained, furtive expres
sion on the face of Joe.
"Sold into slavery!" chuckled Jim,
and gloried in his rage and freedom.
The remaining $5,000 was a bur
den to Jim. Its possession hurt his
pride as a down-and-outer. One day
he took a long tramp. It was to a
place he had never forgotten, and the
end of his pilgrimage landed him at
the door of a quaint, rustic cottage.
The place looked poor, and the
lovely young girl who came to the
door was neatly but plainly dressed.
A young man, her lover, just leaving
her was evidently a workman.
"I wanter to see Doctor Adams,"
explained Jim, and his face fell as he
was informed that the physician had

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