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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 23, 1912, Image 18

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I MAISIE'S BRIDEGROOM
ft By Hilton Georges.
Maisie lay back on her cush
ions and- looked thoughtfully at
the palm stretching upward,, al
though her mind was not on it,
but occupied with something
much more important, her mar
riage. She was to be married the
following night to a man she had
aever seen, a rather unusual oc
currence, and the more Maisie
thought about it the less she liked
it.
The girl was only seventeen,
and when her father had begged
her to consent to the marriage
with Gordon Phillips she had
yielded, although at the time, six
months before, she had not been
pleased with the idea. Her father
was a selfish man; even she, had
to admit that, and now, as she
faced the future, she realized how
wrong it had been for him to ask
and she to give the promise.
She remembered it all so dis
tinctly. She and her father had
been on one of their many jour
neys. A less suspicious girl
might have questioned these hur
ried wanderings, but Maisie ask
ed no questions, and in fact noth
ing lay back of them except her
father's restless spirit and some
times his inability to pay his
debts. One night he had come to
her much excited and told her
that a man had seen her, not once,
but many times, and had followed
them so as to see more of her.
"He has fallen in love with
you and wants to marry you," he
had continued, and the girl had
heard him without a single flush.
When she learned that her father
wished her to consent she prom
ised to marry the man on her
seventeenth birthday, and then
had almost forgotten all about it,
especially as it had been Gordon
Phillips' whim that she should
not see him until they met before
the clergyman.
That six, months had passed
much as iefore, except that her
father appeared to have more
money than usual, until they went
to the little village of Jolligille,
and there Maisie met Fred. It
was a case of love at first sight
with them both, and then it was
that her rapidly approaching
marriage began to assume hateful
proportions.
"But, darling, he cannot love
you as much as L do," Fred had
pleaded, but Maisie only shook
her sunny head and whispered
back:
"I don'-t know anything about
that, dear; I just do know that I
promised."
"But yotf weren't of age, and
the promise won't hold in law"
Fred suggested, but she turned
upon him with reproach in her
violet eyes.
"Fred! As though one's con
science was only bound byithe
law!" she exclaimed.
"You do love me?" Fred asked
eagerly.
"Yes, of course," Maisie re
turned sadly, "and for that rea
son" we mustn't see anything more
of each other," and although
Fred pleaded she held firm to 'her
resolution. She did" love him only
too well, she could hot help that

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