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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 26, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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THE, LAST MESSAGE
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Vh. M. Egbert
(Copyright by WG. Chapman),
Gardiner had been 'sure that it was
Margery the moment he set eyes on
her on board the transatlantic linerv
But, not having seen her for seven
years, he did not know whether she
would recognize him.
It is easy to play hide-and-seek on
an Atlantic steamship. During" the
first four days he only caught fugitive
glimpses of the girl; then, on the
fifth, they came facd to face upon the
deck. And hesaw that she knew
him.
"Margery!" he exclaimed, and stood
looking at her dumbly. She was hard
ly changed, except for a more wom
anly figure and a certain wistfulness
of expression which had not been
there in the old days in London.
How long ago that was.1 The same
thought occurred to both of them.
What happy days those had been, un
der the elms in Kensington Gardens,
up the river, when the world was
young and life seemed to stretch
away eternally. ,
They sat down side by side. "Tell
me what you have been doing," said
Margery, and, at her words, the years
fell away and they were young once
more.
It was a frank story he told. Their
quarrel, the upheaval of his life that
followed, had brought him no good
He had drifted upon the stream, he
had awakened to the consciousness
that he was becoming a worse mqn
than he had been; then he had pulled
himself together and faced life brave
ly. Now he wasreturning from Eon
don on a mission for the firm which
employed him,, connected with the
sale of war supplies.
What he did not tell her was that
it was her memory which had pulled
him back from the brink when he was
upon the verge of plunging downward.
"Atod you?" he questioned, hun
grily. "I am married," she answered, and
there was a long silence. Presently:
"You never married?"
"No, Margery." y
After a while: "Are you happy?"
he inquired. He saw the tears come
into her eyes. J
It seemed so natural that she should
sit there and tell him about it They
had always perfectly understood each
other's hearts. She had married, four
years ago, a man who bad treated her
badly. She had left him and gone to
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"Margery!" He Exclaimed
England but he bad pleaded with
her to return' to bJm, and she was go
ing bacjt to America, because she felt
that her duty lay there.
They parted with averted faces, be
cause' each, knew" that a -word the
other .would follow follow to the
workfs end. And the night of the fifth
day came.
XJardinef slept through a confused
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