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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 27, 1912, Image 19

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his coming was a pleasure to
both.
As they bowled along he stole
a glance now and then at the
-beautiful face beside him, for
.Tom was in front. It was more
lovely, but in the rounded con
tours he missed a little of the deli
cacy of extreme youth. Mrs.
Evans was the finished product,
Marian .Hastings had been the
possible woman.
"I believe I prefeY my ideal,"
he thought, although he wished
that Tom had married anyone
else, for Horace was a man with
a high sense of Vonor and he
hated himself because of the love
which he knew still lived in his
heart for her whp was now his
friend's wife,
Tom and Nell were entirely un
conscious of all this, however,
' and'were so pleasant that he tried
to forget, and to see in Mrs.
Evans only Tom's wife. He was
just beginning to think he could
never do this, and to resolve to
leave the next "morning, although
he had planned a week's visitr
when he was startled by a gay
voice crying:
"Heyo, stop, stand and deliver
at the point of the sword' and
Horace turned abruptly to see a
handsome dashing girl standing
in their path, a light cane raised.
"Oh, Marian," Nell Evans
laughed, and Horace again start
ed. "Jump in," Tom commanded,
and before Horace could help, the
girl had sprung easily to the va
cant place by Tom's side, and
bowed gracefully to Nell's intro
duction, but Horace could scarce?
ly command his senses. "Marian
Hastings !" he heard himself mut
ter. "It does sound a little strange,
doesn't it?" Mrs. Evans said mer
rily. "That is another reason
why Tom changed my name.
Marian and I are first cousinsf
you see, and were given the same;
name."
"And as Marian is the elder
she had first claim," Tom broke
in, and Marian gave his nearesf
ear a playful tweak.
It was a happy family party,
and Horace felt himself yielding
to its charm, and losing his sense
of embarrassment. No two wo-
men could have been more dif
ferent than these two, the Mar
ian of his dreams and this flesh-and-blood
Marian. One was small
and dark, with a glowing red
rose beauty, the other was tall,
well developed, a daughter of the
century, with hair smooth laid
and deep blue eyes. Yet they had
one thing in. common, their
voices. It was difficult to tell
which cousin was speaking unless
the face was seen, and Horace
found his heart responding with
dangerous frequentcy whenever
the second Marian spoke. Jt
brought back all the pangs of
three years back, when he was
poor, and obscure. Now he could
offer a woman more than Tom,
and he knew he had developed in
other ways than in the direction
of his bank account. Still, as he
had then underestimated himself,
so did he now, and hesitated as
the weeks slipped by, for the little
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