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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 05, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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THE SIGN OF VENUS-BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS
Especially Illustrated for The Day Book by the Famous
American Illustrator, Dan Sayre Groesbeck.
(Copyright, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers.)
HE card game bid fair to develop
into an all-night seance; the foreign,
diplomat had shed his coat and light
ed a fresh cigar; somebody threw a
handkerchief over, the face of the
clock, and a sleepy club servant took
reserve orders for two dozen siphons
and other details.
"That lets me out," said young
Hetherford, rising from his" chair
with a nod at the dealer. He tossed
his cards on the table, settled side
obligations with the man on his.left,
yawned, and put on his hat. He
sauntered across the hallway and
down the stairs into the court, refus
ing the offered cab. The night air
refreshed him; he stood a moment,
then tossed away his cigar and step
ped out into the street. V
It was deserted; darkened brown
stone mansions stared at him
through somber windows as he pass
ed; his footsteps echoed across the
j The doors of many houses were boarded up sign that their tenants had.
jmigrated to the country. Strolling at ease, thoughts nowhere, he had trav
ersed half the block, when an opening door and a glimmer of light across the
sidewalk attracted his attention.
f ' As he approached the. house where the light came, a figure suddenly
appeared on the stoop a: girl in a white ball gown hastily descending the
jStone steps. Light from the doorway tinted her bared arms and shoulders.
She bent her graceful head and gazed earnestly at Hetherford.
, "I beg your pardon," she almost whispered; "might I ask you to help
j Hetherford stopped and wheeled short.
"I I really beg your pardon," she said, "but I am in such distress.
Could I ask you to find me a cab?" :
"A cab!" he repeated uncertainly; "why, yes I will with pleasure "
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