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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 01, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Walter Joseph Delaney
(Copyright, 1917, W. G, Chapman.)
"Going up!" sounded out m Prank
Mitchell's sturdy tones, always
cheery and inviting, he, as usual,
bright and smiling and accommodat
ing. He checked his elevator true to
the floor level to a hundredth part of
an inch just as graciously, and
opened the door of the car just as
invitingly as though the timid, plain
ly dressed young lady who claimed
his services were some grand duch
ess. She thanked him with voice and
eyes. There was something to his
hearty manner that awakened a re
sponsive chord in the girl's lonely
bouL For she was that; her face
showed it and he noted that her
coat was thin and faded.
The face he never forgot. The
sweet, mute appeal, rare student of
human nature as he was, told him a
history with patience in it and dis
appointment, perhaps deprivation
and suffering.
"Twelve, please," she said, as the
one fellow-passenger left the car at
ten. Then she started slightly as,
six feet progressed, the car came to
a stop with a jangle.
"Stalled!" said Frank. "There is
no danger," he spoke in a quick,
thoughtful way. "They'll have it
fixed in a minute or two."
She smiled and nodded in a trust
ful way, as though he imparted a
sense of due protection. Then she
asked him if Waltham & Co. were on
the twelfth floor. He gave her the
explicit number of the office and the
winning eyes thanked him, again. '
"Sort of feel as if that girl has left
an, aching void!" soliloquized Frank,
as his lone passenger left the car
with a bright, friendly nod. "Won-,
der what she's after at 1215 a job, I
suppose. She doesn't look as If she
were buying or selling stock."
For either or both purposes peo-1
pie usually visited the brokerage of
fice in question. It was three trips
later when Frank checked his car,
descending from the 13th floor.
"Going down," the girl spoke the
words drearily, almost with, a catch
in her voice. Two years' intelligent
attention to his duties had enabled
Frank to translate most human emo
tions as depicted on the human face.
In that of his now mute and de
pressed passenger he read disap
pointment and anxiety. She seemed
"Here They Are."
very near to the point of tears. His
generous impulses dictated an ex-,
pression of interest He was about
to speak to her when a crowd got on
at ten. The girl passed out with the
others, the ground floor reached.
She must have read the sympathy
in Frank's face, for, as she passed
him again, she uttered a faint trem
ulous "Thank you." He watched
her Until she passed through the re-i
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