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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 06, 1912, Image 13',
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FOUND OUT. .
A Little Explaining Goes a
Long, Long Way.
Miss Celia Grey stopped
abruptly in her walk. A .voice
floated out to her from the open
window of the house she was
passing. It was the voice of Geo.
Mercer, her fiance.
"Margaret, I love you. You
must marry me. I have never
t loved any other girl, though peo
ple who did not know my heart
may have thought so."
The words were full 61 passion.
Miss Grey was almost ready to
I faint. But she controlled herself
and waited, 'breathless, for the
answer. It came in the clear voice
of a girl she knew, Margaret De
"I can never marry you. I do
not love you; and, besides, I think
that you, in asking me, are not
. true to one whom I need not men-
- Faint with.a sudden weakness.
Miss Grey walked out of hearing.
So this was. the two-faced life
Geo. Mercer was living. And she
had always thought him' to be the
very essence of fidelity But she
had been away from home nearly
a month and this had givenhimj know"vvhy. Celia, don't you know
' She -hurried
knowing' what she was doing, she
wrotea note, addressed it and
sentfftjjby a boy. It read: .
'Xknowall. Please do not let
you will be happy. Good-by fpr
ever." When Geo. Mercer received
this "note he became fairly fran
tic. At first he thought it might
be a joke, but he knew Celia was
no girl to act on suddenmpulses.
But whatever it was, he wanted
to find out at once. He hurried
almost, at a run to his fiancee.
"Miss Grey. is not at home,"
said the servant Who opened the
"Q, yes, she is," replied Mr.
Mercer, almost rudely. It was no
timeor formalities. He pushed
past her and sat down grimly in
the dark parlor. Much was at
stake and he was masterful.
He waited a long- time. (It,re
quires a long time for a woman
to be satisfied' that her eyes are
When pretty Miss Grey finally
entered the room her head was
high and there was no smile on
her lips. George rushed forward,
holding out his hand.
"I think this is no time for
handshaking, Mr. Mercer," she
"Mr. Mercer!" he exclaimed.
"Since when have I become Mr.
Mercer o you? Explain to me,
Celia. It is my right to know. If
you have thrown me over I must
you are the only woman I ever
A smile of contempt curled the
lips of Miss Grey.
"Mr. Mercer, please don't make
it any worge than it is. I heard
me hear from you again. I shall
you witn my own ears saying