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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 08, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 15

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has the ceremony as a living pledge
to the world of a serious union of
true hearts and compliant bodies the
world will surely make the life to
gether one long crucifixion from
which both at the end will only pray
to be taken.
I thought this all the while I was
dressing and while going over in the
taxi, an extravagance I felt necessary
under the circumstances.
When I arrived I was allowe'd to
wait a few minutes in the drawing
room from across the hall. Out of
the stillness into the familiar old
drawing room where I had been so
many times with Dick and his family
swept the great spirit of music voic
ing a strong man's cry of desolation.
A cold chill seemed to enwrap me,
for it seemed that across the vast,
windy spaces of utter despair I was
hearing the wailing quest of a soul
for something it had lost
There seemed to be no self-abnegation
in that call for its own only
bitter rebellion and unceasing pain.
Then into these terrible chords, which
seemed about to break from their
own sense of woe, there crept an un
dertone of unthinkable loneliness, a
cry of sorrow too deep for words was
sent out on the quivering air and
found lodgment against my aching
eardrums.
"Can it be that this renunciation?"
I asked myself as the music became
a shivering broken throb like the
pleading of a child heart or the ac
ceptance of a dumb animal
Poor! Poor human animal, driven
into a corner to die with the sight of
flower-strewn fields and guttering
brooklets just beyond.
"I'll never have the courage to ask
him to give her up," I thought when
the music stopped abruptly and Chad
Hatton made his way across the hall
to me.
"Why was I not told you were
here, dear lady? It is very impolite
to keep you waiting."
"Not when I was hearing your music."
A spasm- of pain flitted across his
face as he spoke: "But you did not
come to hearmy music."
"No, I came to ask you to go
away," I said bluntly.
(To Be Continued Monday.)
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BRINGS PRETTIEST OF HIS FOUR
WIVES HERE
She's hfs favorrte wife. BeautifuJ
Spanish brFdeof His Highness Jaga
Jit Singh, Bahadur, an Indian rajah.
They are.drrtheir way to the exposi
tion in San Francisco.
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Maine is now" the only state which
holds its elections in September.

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