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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 11, 1912, Image 13

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"Smoke! Who is that glorious
woman with the red, red locks?"
and John turned to his fellow
. clubmen for reply.
"Don't know!" said Clarence.
"No idea," was Everett's la
conic reply.
"This is the third time I have
seen her," continued John, "and
I am greatly impressed she is
my affinity and right now I am
going to get acquainted." He
whirled suddenly and with
quickening steps started after
the' fair unknown.
"Did you ever?" inquired Clar
ence. "No, I neyer!" said Everett.
Walking rapidly, John over
took the object of his fond desire,
and edging closely he slid Jiis
hand beneath her elboy, which
was bent in order to carry the
dainty purse held with tapering
fingers. The touch of the arm
caused him to quiver with ecs
tatic bliss.
Without raising his eyes or
scanning the temporary startled
fa'ce he exclaimed rapidly, "Why,
Miss Welroc, it has been an age
since we met upon Santa Bar
bara's sandy "beach. . Wasn't it a
jolly week we had? And to
think, too, that Gladys was mar
ried without you as bridesmaid
after she had set her heart upon
it. Too, bad, also that you were
not there to see how perfectly
lovely she looked . in her gown
of point lace over white silk-chif-fon,"
and being buyer of a large
lace and notion house he knew
what tickled woman's vanity and
he launched forth into such an
elaborate toilet it caused his lis
tener to catch her breath occa
sionally in the pleasure of it, and
to give voice casually to little
bursts of pleasure.
"Really, Miss Welroc, we were
all so disappointed in your not
being there."
"I regret it myself," she mur
mured in a grieved tone, "but
really, sir, I am not the one whom
you appear to know so well
and"
John looked up with a startled
exclamation. "Why!" he said
with a gasp, "You're not!" and
his feigned surprise appeared so
real to the girl that she burst into
such a merry peal of laughter it
made both feel at ease at once.
An exchange of names follow
ed, and as Luck, or Fate, would
have it, she knew all about him
'through the wife of her cousin
with whom she was visiting, and
she blushed with the information
that this was "the man" she was
to pick out among all others.
Without noticing where their
steps led, they strolled, chatting
like old friends, for John was
good to look upon. Good form,
good dress, good manners and
good morals. Unconsciously their
talk drew them near the court
house. "I must go in here and
give Will a message for Maudie,"
she said. "He is county clerk,
you know."
Together they entered the por
tals and wandered side by side up
the Various corridors until they
found the door they wanted. The
clerk was alone, seated wjth his,

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