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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 09, 1912, Image 20

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to his, deprived of his faith in his
love?
Listlessly he followed the story
ox the next film. There was the
usual quarrel between two lovers,
although he reflected bitterly
that neither had his cause. Sud
denly he straightened up. The
lover received a letter from the
girl with whom he had quarreled,
and it was photographed on the
film.
Dearest Ted:
, "Of course I love you. Why
doubt me? As long as I live, I'm
yours."
As on a former occasion, Jack
stopped to read no further. He
recognized the clear, flowing
hand. It was Madge's penman
ship, that he knew, but he also,
understood that it was never
written to a living person. The
thought flamed through him that
there must be some heart-healing
explanation. Realizing how his
cruelty must have hurt her, he
turned to leave, when in the seat
by his side where she had sat, so
often was Madge!
Instinctively his hand reached
or hers, and in the tender pres
sure given and returned every
thing was forgotten and forgiven.
"I saw you here," she whis
pered, "and came here to sit by
y.ou."
"Darling! How, though, did
they get that letter? I saw you
write it," he confessed, "though
not intentionally."
II "I wrote the scenario of the
fhoto-pIay," she said with proper
pride. They iorgot the audience,,
Sitting there -together again, in
the happiness of their love, and
he bent pver and whispered :
"We'll be married tomorrow so
you can go out on the road with
me." Madge nodded happily.
"Of course, for as long as I live,
Fm yours," she murmured, and
this time the words carried a joy
ous message to him.
PENT
By Berton Braley.
Gypsy, ere you go
Forth upon your way,
Light as winds that blow,
Blithe as field of May;
I, who cannot stray
Glay as you and free
Have this boon to pray: "
Sing a song forme !
Sing of roads that gleam,
Sing of seas that foam,
Sing the trails I dream
Though I may not roam;
Sing the sky's blue dome
Andjts mystery.
While I bide at home,
Sing-a song for me.
Gypsy, sing me sweet ,
Of the ways you hie.
How, with faring feet
And wifh questing eye,
You go forth to try
What the world may be;
Ere you say "Good bye,"
Sing a song for me !
Thought I turn the wheel
Patiently and slow,
Ever do I feel
AH the wander-glow.'
Ah, I know, I know
Lure of sky and sea
Gypsy, ere you go,
Sing a songrforme!
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