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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 22, 1912, Image 20

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stage and that a storm of applause
had broken loose all over the thea
ter. He looked up. Lillian was
standing before the curtain, and
her bow was to the crowd; but
her eyes were on his.
Then suddenly Langdon under
stood. She was the author; she
had succeeded where he had fail
ed, and she had put all the sor
row and suffering of both of them
into the story. And even as he
watched her she was gone, and he
stood still in the aisle among the
moving crowds.
The second seat was empty.
Langdon slipped into it, and pres
ently he saw her coming down
the aisle toward him. Her head
was very high, her cheeks aflame
with happiness. And she sat down
at his side.
"Lillian, he whispered, hardly
daring to look -into his eyes, "It
was you !"
"Yes," he heard her answer
faintly.
"Lillian, I have sought you all
this time. Why didn't you let
me know? Why couldn't you for
give?" "But I have forgiven long ago,"
she said.
"Then you "
"I thought you knew where I
was living. I thought hush, I'll
tell you afterward. See, the lights
are going out for the last act."
"The last act!" he muttered.
"Lillian, how is it going Fo end?
Will it?"
"It ends as our romance will
end," she whispered. "You will
see soon. Have patience. Haven't
jve been atienj: for three years?
It's only a half hour longer now."
And with this Langdon felt
strangely content.
NO TIME FOR FAVORS
Don't bother father, Mary Ann,
And Billy, leave your Dad
alone;
He is a very weary man
His life just now, is gray in
tone,
Be quiet for a little while
Or you'll have reason to regret,
Conduct yourself in careful style;
He hasn't had his dinner yet!
The cook is leaving Monday
noon,
The kitchen range is- out of
whack,
I've got to have a new gown soon,
There's scarce a rag upon my
back;
And these are things that he
must know,
They'll doubtless tend to make
him fret;
I guess I'll telr him later, though;
He hasn't had his dinner yet. -
When, fed, he smokes his fat
"cigar
And smiles benignly on us all,
We'll ask him for that motor car
And other things that we re-
call.;
But while he corrugates his brow
We'll steer away from him, you
bet! "
We will not trouble father, now
, He hasn't had his dinner yet!
o o '
Mr. Blurt That man has a fu
ture before him.
Miss Pert Has, eh? Well, 'it
would be very, unusual were it
behind him, wouldn't it?.
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