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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 12, 1912, Image 19

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How quickly one forgets, and sac
red promises are broken, while
youthful affection dies in the cold
atmosphere of the struggle for
fame and riches. A nameless
longing oppressed him. How he
wished he could talk to her. Per
haps through the baby he might
'manage it.
The child responded to an invi
tation to come and hear his watch
tick. No persuasion was needed
to keep her on his knee, for she
was easily amused. Presently the
warm atmosphere, combined with
the motion of the train, exercised
a soothing effect uppn her, the
blue eyes closed languidly, and
baby drifted into the shadowland
of slumber. It was a new role
for Leith to play, this of nurse to
a sleeping infant, but he perform
ed it with a zest which would
have astonished his many bache
lor associates, hatLthey been wit
nesses. To the mother's offer to
relieve him of his burden he re
turned a hasty negative and beg
' ged to be allowed the pleasure of
retaining his charge. She had
turned to converse with the
stranger who manifested such ad
miration of her child, and they
discussed the sleeping beauty ex
haustively, from her dimpled face
to the dress and tiny shoes she
wore.
At last Leith casually remark
ed that his destination was Chel
sea, and learned that she was
bound forrthe same place. The
conversation drifted into other
channels and soon he heard how
she had left her home in an east- (
2rn city three years before, when
her husband died, returning wjth
her baby to the home of her child
hood. The village quiet oppress
ed her, however, she said, and shg
longed to take her baby and go
far away from it.
"I used to live in Chelsea long
ago," remarked Leith, when she
had finished her story, "So long
ago, however," he continued,
"that you would hardly be likely
to remember me."
She looked at him curiously,
but shook her head.
"There was one little girl
there," he resumed, "that I was
very fond of. Her name was
Lucy Mayburn. Poor little Lucy !
I shall never forget our farewell.
And it was all my fault that we
did not meet again. I was false
to my vow, selfish and forgetful
of all else in the cursed fight to
make money in big New York. I
wonder if you knew her?"
The woman turned pale and
then flushed nervously, controll
ing her agitation by an evident
effort.
"I knew her," she replied soft
ly, "but she is not there now
she she went away."
"So she has gone?" queried
Leith ; "married, I suppose Who
was the lucky fellow who won
her?"
He felt sure that she had rec
ognized him now, but allowed
matters to take their course and
awaited her reply with a brave
show of composure.
"His name was Logan' she
said, tremulously. "Lucy May
burn was true to her promise for
seven long years ; her promise -to
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