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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 24, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Harold Carter
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
Uncle Josh looked feelingly at
Young Mr. Burroughs. He liked the
young fellow, who always tipped
him handsomely, and he disliked
James Loft, who seemed to hold the
mprtgage on Miss Esther's heart at
present, with every likelihood of
, foreclosing.
"I guess Miss Esther ain't blind,"
said Uncle Josh. "You'll win that gel
if you keep a-trying, Young Mr. Bur
roughs," said Uncle Josh, still feel
ingly. Young Mr. Burroughs, though he
had this information thrust upon
him unsolicited, did not grow angryr
He pressed Uncle Josh's hand and
slipped a" big dollar into it at the
same time.
Miss Esthef was the sole owner of
the plantation. Many of the neigh
boring young men had come court
ing her, only to ride sadly homeward.
Miss Esther was only 21, and not dis
posed to marry yet awhile. Still, she
had shown a decided preference for
Young Mr. Burroughs, until James
Loft came along.
Loft was the manager of the big
factory that had established itself at
Molyneux, eight miles away, and
.with his city airs and graces he had
made a decided impression on Miss
Esther. They rode together a good
deal; they were out riding that
morning when Young Mr. Burroughs
stood disconsolately in the doorway
of the empty house.
Uncle Josh did not like James Loft
It was not because he did not tip
him, though that might have been,
an accessory reason. He simply
sensed that there was a yellow
streak in James Loft's nature. It
was acting on this impression that
he had given him Devil to ride that
"If you'd like to wait, sah, I guess
Miss Esther"." be back soon," said the
Hardly had he spoken when a sin
gular apparition was seen careering
across the countryside. As it drew
nearer it revealed itself to be Devil,
scampering wildly homeward, while,
on its back, his arms about the big
horse's neck in loving embrace, was
James Loft himself. And as the
iorse reached the stable, Loft, dis
odged by the animal's last burst of
joy, tumbled" in a heap at Uncle
Josh's feet.
"Dear me, sah, I hope you ain't
hurt, sah," said Uncle Josh, assisting
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"You Come to the Stable at 7 To
morrow Morning."
him to his. feet, while Young Mr.
Burroughs broke into helpless laugh
ter. "Curse you and your horse!" said
Mr. Loft, who presented a sorry as
pect. "May I ask what you are laugh
ing at?" he continued nercely, ad
dressing Young Mr. Burroughs.
"At you, sir," gasped Young Mr.
Burroughs, enjoying his rval's down

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