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By Frances Elizabeth Lanyon
"You might have had Norman
once," Mrs. Alice Wardell informed
her bosom friend, Mrs. Lois Russell.
"It doesn't make me the least bit
jealous to tell you so."
"He made a better choice, dear,"
chirped Lois, gaily. "If I had missed
Robert, turning out as he has, I
think I should have spent the rest of
my life in tears."
"And Norman is a second prince,"
exclaimed Alice doughtily. "We are
lucky girls, that's what we are. Well,
good-by, Lois, we have two social
functions for the evening and I must
get home to try on a new dress."
Certainly Wardell and Russell were
model husbands, but Alice and Lois
were jewels of constancy and beauty.
They had known one another for
five years, the wedding was a double
one and was signalized by a pleasant
circumstance. Russell and Wardell
were half cousins rich John Day
ton their half uncle. When he sold
out his business, in which these dis
tant relatives were employed, he pre
sented "the boys" with $20,000 each.
A month later Uncle Dayton died and
the half cousins knew that they had
reached the limit of their expecta
tions. "I've got my chance!" exulted
Russell to Alice.
Within a week his "chance" devel
oped into purchasing a membership
on the grain exchange, leasing a
fashionable flat and plunging head
long into the social swim.
The life delighted Alice and she
seemed really to be born for it War
dell was popular, she was bright,
gracious, full of vitality and they
were taken up by a really exclusive
set as undeniable acquisitions to the
"uk. .1 make our dream come true,
won't v e, little woman?" spoke Rob
ert Rufsell, and Lois smiled at his
enthusiastic words and felt that life ,
in earnest was to begin for them at
Lois was a practical body and, be
sides, had. supreme faith in the inva
riable correctness of the judgment of
the man she loved. Once Robert
Russell, out of work, in a distant
city, moneyless and half ill, had gone
through a hard winter, barely earn
ing enough to live on. He had shared
the trials of the poor. He had never
forgotten it. The sufferings of the
indigent from lack of fuel had struck
Hold on, Mr. Russell!" He Sang Out
him forcibly. The lack of work for
honest, sober men had impressed
him, and keen observation fyad sug
gested a new field of enterprise few
had ever thought of utilizing.
Robert did a strange thing. He
leased an abandoned coal yard in a ,
tenement district of the big city.
Four miles away from it, where a
belt line ran, was a great barren
prairie. Here the various railroads
sent their wornout and useless tim
ber ties, cords and cords and acres
and acres of them. Here periodical-