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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 23, 1912, Image 20

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simple evening meal. ,
But little sleep came to her on
that last night of her maiden
hood, but she rose next morning
with a sweet, proud, pure resolve
to learn to love the man she was
to marry, and think only of him.
Before taking up any of her small
tasks for the day she hurried
away to a spot she often fre
quented because of its solitude,
and there, to her dismay, she
found Fred, more handsome and
fascinating than ever.
"I hoped you would come here
this morning and give me a last
chance to plead my cause," Fred
exclaimed, but she Shrank back,
her face first scarlet, then very
pale.
"You must not plead any
thing," she said, gently but firm
ly. "This is my wedding day, and
I cannot listen to you," and
without waiting she ran away,
her hands clasped over her ears,
her heart beating violently. She
suffered all that day, but she did
try hard to put Fred's image out
of her mind and think of the man
whose bride she was to become
that night; yet, even when she
was dressed in the simple white
gown, and in the parlor of the
parsonage, she could not banish
the handsome, pleading face of
the man she had learned to love
with all her girlish heart.
.White as death, with her lips
compressed until they lost most,
of their girlish curves, she waited
for her bridegroom, and so faint
was she that she did not raise her
eyes when at last Gordon Phillips
entered the room. She felt as
though mpving in a dream when
her father took her by 'the hand
and led her up to the waiting miri
ister. She knew that a man was
standing beside her, but her eyes
were never raised to his face. She
heard a voice that broke repeat
the "I do," and did not recognize
her own voice as she took her
vows, but as the ring was slipped
on her fingers she gave a start,
and at last raised her great, violet
eyes to find a pair of dear, famil
iar dark ones looking down upon
her, and she staggered so that a
strong arm had tobe thrown
about her to keep her from fall
ing. She never remembered the
rest of the service, only awaken
ing to a delicious reality when
she felt her husband's lips on hers
and h,is voice saying:
"My brave darling, you truest
of little loves, look at me," and
she knew that she was in Fred's
arms; that it was his ring she was
wearing and that she was his
bride.
"What does it mean?" she
cried, struggling to get away,
although she felt her resting place
to be the dearest on earth.
"What happened, darling?"
Fred asked, again kissing her,
while the clergyman and her
father beamed.
"Why, I was to marry Gordon
Phillips," she faltered.
"Frederick Gordon Phillips,"
her husband corrected, and then
light came to her.
"J fell in love with you the first
moment I saw you, but I resolved
to win you as a poof man," Fred
I said joyously, "iwas I cruel?" he

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