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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 14, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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HERE'S OUR FIRST SATURDAY SHORT STORY
THE BRIDAL PAIR BY
(Copyright, 1907, by Robert W.
Chambers.)
"If I were you," said the elder man,
"I should take three months' solid
rest"
"A month is enough," said the
younger man. "Ozone will do it; the
first brace of grouse I bag will do
it " He broke off abruptly, staring
at the line of dimly lighted cars,
Robert W. Chambers.
where negro porters stood bV the ves
tibi'ted sleepers.
'TJpg all right, doctor?" inquired
the elaer man, pleasantly.
"All right, .doctor," replied the
br younger; "I spoke to the baggage
master."
"Doctor," said the young man,
abruptly, "I'm going to admit some
thing to you."
"All right; go ahead."
"Well, I am a bit worried about my
own condition."
"It's time you were," observed the
other,
ROBT. W. CHAMBERS
"Yes it's about time. Doctor, I
am seriously affected."
The elder man looked up, sharply.
"Yes, I'm in love."
"Ah!" muttered the elder physi
cian, a trifle disgusted; "so that's
your malady, is it?
"All I have to say," he added, "is
don't do it just now. Go and shoot
a few dozen harmless, happy grouse;
they can't shoot back. But let love
alone. . . . By the way, who is she?"
"I don't know."
"You know Jtier name, I suppose?"
The young fellow shook his head,
"I don't even know where she lives,"
he said finally.
After a pause- the elder man toolc
him gently by the arm: "Are-you,
subject to this sort of thing? -Are
you susceptible?"
"No, not at all."
"Ever before in love?"
"Yes once."
"When?'
"When I was about ten' years old
Her name was Rosamund aged
eight. I never had the courage to"
speak to her. She died-recently, I be
lieve." The reply was so quietly serious, so
destitute of any suspicion of humor,
that the elder man's smile faded; and
again he cast one of his swift, keen
glances at his companion.
"Won't you stay away three
months?" he asked, patiently.
aut me oiner oniy shook nis neaa..
A moment later he glanced at his l
watch, silently snook hands with his
equally silent friend, .and stepped
aboard the sleeping car.
Neither had noticed the name of
the sleeping car.
It happened to be Rosamund.
"Wildwood! Wildwood!" cried the
trainmen; trunks tumbling out of the
forward car descended with a l?ang
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