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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 27, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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, She surveyed herself in the mir- I
t 3r to see if her attractions had van
ished, but, though she didn't, as she
put it, "throw any bouquets at her
self," she found she was as good
looking as ever and that was pret
ty good-looking.
"Kid," said the young man who
sold hnens at the counter across from
hers this was at the end of a week
"what do you say to us in a couple
of seats in the balcony for the 'Hid
den Princess' tonight, and maybe a
little of the chilled stuff afterward?"
Eleanor flushed without and
thrilled within. Here was danger!
here was adventure! here was one of
the real terrors of the great city!
True, the terror was a nice-looking
boy with a slightly freckled face and
a turn-up nose and frank blue eyes
and a humorous twist to his mouth;
true, also, there was not much gilt
and glitter to his temptation, but evi
dently he was the lurking evil, and
she almost embraced him.
"Sure," said Eleanor; "call for me
at the house, 321 Blank street, about
7:30, and I'll be with you."
"Can't come to 321," frowned the
Tempter; "had a row with the land
lady there because I kept one of her
boarders out longer than she thought
I ought to. If she saw me she
wouldn't 'et you go. Suppose you
meet me at the west gate of that lit
tle park two blocks from where you
live?"
"Park it is, then," Eleanor said,
delighted with the thought of playing
thus with fire. For she knew the
Tempter must be wonderfully fast
and dangerous if he feared to come
within sight even of her sensible, lik
able landlady.
They were in the last seat in the
car when they started for the the
ater, and if the Tempter put his arm
about Eleanor it is nobody's business
but his and hers. Eleanor knew that
she ought to be shocked and alarmed
and all that, but she rather enjoyed
playing with temptation, and, be
sides, she liked the Tempter. So in
stead of making him take his arm
away, she leaned back on it and
smiled at him. She even patted his
hand. It was hard to be expected of
Eleanor that she could be offended
at having an arm around her. In the
village, people went on straw rides
and sleigh rides and buggy rides and
picnics, and if your male escort didn't
hug you or kiss you, you considered
him rather a muff and wondered if
he didn't like you. Which may be
very wrong it all depends on the
point of view.
It was a warm, night, a delicious,
balmy June night, and after they
came out of the hot theater and aft
er they had had their ice cream they
wandered in the little park where
they had met. Eleanor knew it was
imprudent, knew that it wasn't as
planned, but she had wandered in the
cemetery at home with many men,
and, besides this was Adventure,
and had. she not desired Adventure?
So she talked somewhat foolishly to
the Tempter, and she let him hold
her hand, and she let him put his arm
around her again, and she even let
him kiss her. And then when she
knew that, under the magic of mid
summer and the moon and the witch
ery of the night and the gladness of
youth and the madness of love, all
her resolution was gone, and when
she was prepared to resist and yet
to surrender; when, in fact, she
founherself as weak as the weakest
of her sisters of whom she had read,
and, after all, only a human being,
a warm-blooded, impulsive girl who
was easy prey why, just then the
Tempter drew forth his watch and
said:
"Girlie, it's 12 g. m., and I've got to
beat it for my downy if I'm going to
work tomorrow. I'll just about get
a car now. I guess you'll want a
little sleep yourself. I'll take you back
to the corner nearest to the boarding
house. I sure like you, kid, and I
want to see you" again. How are you
fixed for tomorrow night?"
The wholesome, kindly, sincere
BitiiiiaBamsibmaiiSaiiitatttaaimmmiaammmmmmmiim

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