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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 15, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Cordon Reeves Almy
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"Miss Flora Johnson, 28 Walden
av.," read the line in the city direc
tory, indicating that the owner of
the name was a business woman,
which, in her small way, she indeed
The little chronicle savored of
commercial establishment and inde
pendence, but in reality it covered
the drama of grim and sorrowful ex
perience. At the address noted Flora
Johnson lived in two poor rooms
with her mother, an invalid, her fa
ther dead and memories of a life of
comfort and contentment before Mr.
Johnson had failed in business.
The old friends of Mr. Johnson al
lowed his daughter to refer to them
but none of them offered a position.
She struggled through the initiation
as a typist and stenographer and se
cured a good position, but the house
employing her went out of business.
She had to take a poorer place, and
then misfortune seemed to pursue
her. Her wages became smaller and
smaller, one of her employers aban
doned his office, a whole month's sal
ary m arrears, and at last Flora was
forced to take up rapid-fire envelope
addressing at a mere pittance. Her
wardrobe was becoming shabby, but
she had no means of replenishing it
She was, indeed, dejected at times,
always, however, seeing that her
mother was provided for. Flora -went
hungry more than once at the man
dates of a sordid necessity.
The heart of the mother was
cheered, as just after 6 o'clock had
struck she heard the quick step of
her daughter coming up the stairs.
She fancied she caught the echo of
a glad, joyful laugh. All excitement,
her usually pale cheeks red as a rose,
Flora burst into the room, gayly
waving a letter
"Oh, mother'" she cried, "what do
you think? My luck has changed at 1
last I got this letter in the hall mail
box. It's for me and it's from a firm
called Andre Fairfax & Co. I must
have answered some advertisement
of theirs for a stenographer, for they
say that I can report at 10 tomorrow
morning, that my application is ac
cepted and that the salary is oh,
mother, dear, guess! guess! fluttered
Flora breathlessly.
"Surely not $50?"
"No $75!"
What a babbling and almost hys
terical delight there was all through
Told Flora How Badly She Had
Needed the Position
their frugal meal! What hopes they
built on this sudden and unexpected
fortune. Flora sat up until midnight
mending gloves, doing up her hair,
starching and ironing her best waist
"You pretty picture !" enthused the
fond mother, as Flora kissed her
good-by. "I've put a poor lunch in
your handbag, but it was all there is
until "
"My first week's great, grand sal
ary!" cried Flora, with shining eyes.

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