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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 22, 1913, Image 20

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for her future, for he knew that
his love had awakened hers, even
though no intelligible word had
passed between them. For love's
language needs no interpreter.
He had a mother living in a
small town up-state. He resolv
ed to write to her, to ask her
counsel, with a view to sending
the girl home to learn English
and to be put through an elemen
tary schooling. He would not
take advantage of her helpless
ness until she was in a position to
marry him of her will. And he
knew that only his mother would
understand.
He had finished writing the
letter on the tenth morning after
her arrival. She was preparing
lunch over the little gas stove
in a corner of the studio. As
Harned sealed the letter his eyes
sought her. She was supremely
beautiful in her simple dress, her
long hair escaping over her shoul
ders from the knot which fasten
ed it. At that moment the future
looked very serene to him. He
walked toward her and bent over
her; she looked up and smiled at
him. He drew her to him and en
folded her in his arms, and for the
first time their lips met. And
like a shy bird that had found its
mate she nestled in his arms, as
though that were her resting
place, and she were never to
leave it.
"I shall be back soon," he said
as he put on his overcoat, and she
smiled and nodded, just as
though she understood. He took
the letter to mail and one of his
pictures under. bis arm. This be
designed for a certain dealer
who purchased his work at a rid
iculously low price; nevertheless,
it would provide him with food
for a month, and, possibly, if he
were sharp at a bargain, with
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Then, kissing the girl again, he
left the studio and emerged into
the square.
As he crossed the street Har
ned became aware of a swarthy,
sinister-looking man who, lean
ing against the rail which sur
rounded the park, watched him
with a sort of malignant stare
that struck him cold with appre
hension. Harned hesitated, then,
ridiculing his fears, he continued
on his way, but more quickly. At
the end of the street he paused.
The man was still leaning against
the rail. Harned now laughed at i
his terror. Obviously this was
some tlalian laborer out of a job;
but the nervousness which the in-
cident had produced revealed to '
him the abyss over which his hap
piness hung suspended. He re
solved to get the girl to Hicks
ville as soon as possible. He was
lucky enough to sell his picture
at a satisfactory price, and de
parted homeward, blissfully ig-
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accumulating" Harned's work "UJ
against the day of his fame,
would gladly have paid him three
times the price he had demanded.
The man was no longer leaning
against the rail. Harned har
ried into the bouse. As he did so
he became aware that he was still
clutching the unopened letter u

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