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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 30, 1912, Image 20',
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she asked icily. "Is it possible--possible
?" She looked at her
daughter's scarlet face. "Miriam,
has there been anything between
ycu and that contemptible young
Miriam began to cry. ''I love
John," she sobbed. "And he loves
me, and he's coming to see you
"No, indeed," answered her
mother. "I am going to see him,
and his uncle, too, and tell them
what I think of them."
She waited till she saw the
3roung man pass the front gate,
with many wistful upward
glances. Then giving him time
to change his office clothes, she
boldly entered the Smith grounds
and sallied up to the house. Her
anger was at the boiling point
when she arrived at the front
"Is Mr. Smith in?" she asked of
"Mr. John Smith or Mr. Jona
than Smith?" asked the woman
"Jonathan?" said Mrs. Har
nack quietly, and the housekeeper
thought it was the answer to her
question. But Adelina Harnack
merely repeated the name in won
der. Could there be two Jonathan
Smiths, or was it ?
"Walk in, please," 5aid the
housekeeper, and a half minute
later the visitor found herself in
the presence of the recluse.
He had not changed so greatly.
He was the same man whom she
had once loved so passionately,
save for the tale of the years. All
at once she began to recall their
early love, the memories which"
now in her widowhood began to
creep out of her heart's hiding
places. And he knew her.
"Adelina!" he exclaimed, and
stumbled forward. And Adelina
Harnack som'ehow found herself
in his arms, though it was twenty
years since she had left him.
"It's really you, Adelina?" he
asked incredulously. "Where do
you live? How have you found
"I live next door," she an
swered. "Next door?"
"Beyond the fence. Don't you
remember that I wrot you? O,
but you didn't know my married
name, did you? I want to tell you
so much but the shock has un
He caught her in his arms
"It is you, then," he said. "I've
held you in my heart andsfenced
you round about and all the
while I was fencing you out, un
knowing it. But, Adelina I shall
keep you now I 1"
He paused. "We'll tear down
the fence tomorrow," he said,
"and then we can talk. Not to
night. Tonight we are a boy arid
girl together again, as we used to
"These bridge disasters are
terrible," remarked the man who
was reading of bridges being
swept away by the river floods.
"I should say so," replied his
friend. "My wife- lost all her
year's pin money in a game of
bridge last night."