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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 16, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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"But how did you come here?" in
Quired the girl.
"I was coming to that," said John.
"This evening being my last in Lon
don I thought I would take a stroll
through the fashionable quarters and
imagine that I had sold the gun and
had a check for a hundred thousand
pounds in my pocket I had on my
evening clothes to heighten the illu
sion. Passing a house with an awn
ing overthe steps I asked a friendly
policeman what was happening. He
told me that "Mr. Langford was giving
a ball.
" 'Is that the Mr. Langford of the
war office?' I inquired.
He told me that it was. And then
a humorous idea came to me. I had
tried to see Mr. Langford for a num
ber of weeks and had spent a good
deal "of board money in the process.
Why shouldn't I go into Mr. Lang
ford's house "
"This is most interesting!" ex
claimed the girL "I know what you
are going to say. Why shouldn't you
beard this lion in his lair and demand
that hd see your gun?"
John shook his head. "No, I dont
take advantage of men in that way,"
he answered. "I thought that I
would let Mr. Langford bestow a good
dinner on me and an evening's gay
ety. So I entered. The butler an
nounced my name to Mrs. Langford.
She did not know me, but she thought
she had invited me, for she gave me
the most charming smile. And 1
have had supper."
"What a shame!" murmured the
girl.
"Why?" inquired John.
"Because I haven't," she said,
frankly.
"But I am quite capable of eating
another," admitted John. "You see,
during the past week my fare has
been somewhat well, depleted."
The girl promptly rose. John of
fered her his arm. At that moment
she seemed to him the sweetest and
most wilful, charming -girl in the
world. 1
"Do you mind my saying some
thing?" he inquired, as they sat to
gether at a little table in the supper
room. "Is this another confession?" in
quired the girl, looking at him archly.
"In a measure yes," he answered.
"Since I have been here tonight I
have discovered an additional reason
for regretting that Mr. Langford so
obstinately refused to give me an op
portunity of showing him thejnodel
of my gun."
"Meaning?" the girl inquired, but
the look in the young man's eyes an
swered her. She laughed and
blushed, and then, to cover her con
fusion, raised her glass of champagne
to her lips and sipped at it.
"Suppose he sees your gun?" she
inquired.
"Then I don't see how he can help
buying it, if he has brains in his head
instead of wheels," John answered.
"But he won't unless he sends me a
letter by special messenger or resalls
me by wireless from midocean by
flying machine."
"But if either of these events could
happen?" the girl persisted.
"Then," answered John, gravely,
"I should ask permission to call on
you. What would you do?"
"I?" answered the girl. "Why, I
should say that I should be delighted
to have you meet mother."
"Only your mother?"
"Well, perhaps myself," she admit
ted. "Where would this be?"
"At No. 15 Edgemere gardens,"
said Miss Derry. "Are you making a
note of it on your cuff? Why, you
told me it couldn't happen."
"Ah, but the day of miracles may
come' again," said John. "I devoutly
wish it would," he added under his
breath.
The girl looked at him and her
manner suddenly changed. She burst
into a peal of rippling laughter and
rose from the table.
"Well, you certainly have gratified
my wish to hear a story," she said,
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