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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 06, 1913, Image 19

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Vite the deligki of everybody I "who
visited it.
It Beamed, that a day could not
pass but that ibbeft did some
thoughtful act In her behalf. They
had been famous friends. Jessica
. actually fined dile Or two tears as
J she thought of leaving fteWten with
out an otipofttthity to&ay gdod-bye
to the best friend she had ever1
known. Then she got a little lone
ly and homesick) and then the rubi
con of leaving old BCehes faded away
into the Vaunted Bplendor of the city
.mansion Cousin Marcia had told her
'about.
Aunt fcriseilla found the forgotten
box of flowers and sighed, She loved
" the frank) handfiOme, light-hearted
youth who had been the life of the
place. In herlwisdom she. saw. deeper
than Het buoyant, heedless niecer she
never let Robert know about the
. flowers, and she tried to cheer his
loneliness when he came over even3
ings and sat around talking always
of the sweet little companion he
missed So much
All through a month Atint Pristrilla
reOeivgd letters from Jessica "They
bubbled Over with all the evanescence
of a girl whose life had become ofae
constant round of pleasures. v Then
they became briefer and briefer. Once'
' Aunt Priscilia wrote, chiding her
niece for hot answering a letter Rob
ert had written heft Jessica wondered
what this meant. She cOuld recall
ho such letter, and in the hurly burly
Of parties, late hours and the Sash
and glitter of luxury she forgot to
write her aunt about it .
Then there was a whole month
during which nO word earne from
the distant niece. At its end, how
ever, there arrived a brief note from
Jessica. It read; "There is trouble.
I am coming home' and two morn
ing latet Jessica arrived at the pretty
little cottage to throw her linns
around her aunt's neck and Sob Out
her worries. She was pale and thin,
and she nestled down into the home
deriftg fttorm'beatefi bird oot&eJteck
to the home nest
"Oh, Aunt Friscilla," Bhe cried, "1
never Want to go away again! It was
grand at first. It was parties; mati
nees, automobile picnics, but It all
ended m a crash. A foreign count
Marcia expected jnjUsy"turned out
to be an impostor, one night some
of the-men drank too much wine)
were offensive to the ladies, and it
ended in a disgraceful scene. Then
uncle lost all he had on the Stock
Exchange, the creditors seized every
thing there Wa for debt, and oh,
I must see Robert, find the garden!"
The dear Old garden! Every blush
ing bUd so Carefully nurtured re
proached Jessica as she ran out from
the house. She buried her face into
a clump Of lilies and kissed them fer
vently, hke old dear friends. She
went into the howfir. Her thought
ful aunt had let her ' embroidery
basket on the rustle table. There,
as of old, WaS the it66 that ran up
at one side. There, t&o, the hollow .
in its great trunk, Where in the okP
golden days Robert was Wont to sur
price her by ieaving boxes' of candies
and birthday and holiday gifts.
The quaint old conceit drew Jes
sica to step towards it, to fancy her
self back in the aunilt past It seem
ed as if her city experience somehow
had clouded th6 pure serenity of
those old dear days. Fairly un
consciously she placed her hand in
the hollow.. Her fingers touched
something. It was a letter. The
truth flashed across" hef the one
that Robert had written her probably
the morning she lefyheme, tcrwhieh
her aunt had referred
Her sweet face flushed Crimson as
.she read the manly aVOwaljof love of
herald true. friend, the tears came to
her eyes as she realized how cruelly
she had neglected him,
"If I had found this that morning
long ago," she murmured, "I am
afraid I would haVe Bald, 'Wait, let
me see life before I answer." Now "
ly old--fa6h!0nd rocker .Hk6 a Wan-
She .paused. She passed her lips
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