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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 18, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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HER WEDDING EVE
By Grace Harcourt
(Copyright by W. G-Chapman.)
I am to be married tomorrow. The
man who loves me is middle-aged,
rich and unromantic. He has ap
prized me and thinks that I shall suit
his household, lend dignity to his din
ners, win him that social success he
craves to complete his business suc
cess. His name is William Smith and
he looks it.
The man I love is young, handsome
and daring. He is not a success and
never will be successful. His name
is Roger Renfrew. He has been every
thing in his time and I do not Jniow
what he is today.
I have, I believe, a remote gypsy
strain in me which accounts for much
that others do not understand. It
comes through my great-grandmother,
who ran away with a fiddler. My
family, the Carews, have ever since
then lived under the stigma. When
my uncle and aunt adopted me, tak
ing me from the arms of my dying
mother, Aunt Ellice looked at her
husband and then at me in a manner
whose significance did not escape my
child's eyes. Later I discovered the
meaning of this look. In the hall
hangs the portrait of my great-grandmother.
She has the brown Carew
hair and vivacious face; she is I, al
though I have the added touch of
gypsy blood which came through my
great-grandfather.
I have never been in heart a Carew,
except inasmuch as she was one. I
have been more a gypsy. I have felt
the stirrings of my gypsy heart be
neath the conventional externals of
society. We are great people in our
city. We live our lives by rule. We
live with masks upon our faces.
I remember so well the time when
I first met Roger. We were staying
at a fashionable hotel in the moun
tains. I was being escorted by my
aunt and accompanied by a girl and
two young men from the hotel, for a
walk through the forest. There was
an encampment of gypsies near by
and we stopped to look at them. One
was a young man with a bold, hand
some face. After we had satisfied our
curiosity we threw thefai some coins.
The younger man caught my coin
and quickly pressed his lips to it Our
eyes met
That evening, feigning headache,
I retired to my room immediately
lap
I Must Set Down Briefly the Immense
Charge
after dinner. The window opened
upon a veranda. I slipped out, hur
ried down a side entrance and made
my way to the gypsy camp. My heart
was beating wildly and I did not even
know why I was going. At last I
reached the camp. He was waiting
for me in the shadows of the pines.
He drew me to his heart and kissed
me,
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