East St. Louis Daily Journal

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GOLDEN MOMENTS

At Mrs. Irvington's the men paid court to the imperious Evelyn Chalmers. The night was warm and the windows opening off the veranda were thrown wide. A late rising moon cast a hovering light on the lawn and on the face of a man hurrying toward the steps followed by his host. "I say, it's too bad, Jack, to have you leave. It's barely 10." "I'm sorry," replied Redney, "but it's one of my special cases. Good night." "Who's that?" asked Miss Chalmers, idly. "Dr. Redney--doctor by choice." "Choice?" The girl's brows arched. She did not come in contact with many who worked for pleasure. "He's wealthy," continued Dick Rogers, "but fell in love with his profession when a kid, and has stuck to it ever since. Does a lot of charity doctoring. Didn't you meet him?" "No," said Evelyn. "There are so many." She leaned back in her chair, half yawned, and forgot the incident. The next afternoon The President was crouching in the hottest corner of the garden, when he spied a dog-- an ordinary dog. No one was looking, so he wriggled through the hedge, and, sociably inclined, took a walk with the yellow dog. When the gardener gazed around The President was out of view. Starting on a search, he met Miss Chalmers, returning from a ride. "What is it?" she asked. "The President! He's gone just a minute ago!" The girl waited for no more. The President was a hobby--besides, he was a valuable dog. Careful riding, supplemented by inquiries brought no result, and as day after day passed in fruitless endeavor, she gave up all hope of finding her pet. One afternoon, however, Miss Chalmers and Dick Rogers, out riding together, cut through a narrow lane. "There he is!" suddenly cried Evelyn. "Who, where?" asked Dick, astonished. "The President!" "The deuce you say!" rising in his stirrups. "What do you s'pose he's doing here?" "I don't know," said Evelyn impatiently, "but I must get him." In front of a tiny cottage Prexy was playing with a little boy. Dick laid a restraining hand on the girl's bridle. "That would never do! Do you imagine they'll give up the dog for the mere asking?" Indignant, she exclaimed; "Prexy will know me!" "That doesn't matter," argued Dick. "You will have to prove your claim in their eyes."

BY ELSIE ENDICOTT.