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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 18, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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"I knew you were coming lo me'
he said.
And he was not a gypsy after all.
He was .an artist, traveling in this
way .with the band because it meant
freedom. How my heart leaped at the
word! Freedom, which I had so long
desired!
I do not know how long I stayed
there, but when I slipped away it was
understood that I was to return. And
I did so the following night, and the
next Soon I began to learn some
thing of Roger's lffe. We were en
gaged and were to be married as soon
as Roger came for me, and we would
travel all over the -world together.
He could not marry me then be
cause he had a wife. He had been
tricked into marriage with her while
he was a boy. But he was going to
get a divorce. I gave him my city
address on the last evening before We
left.
None ever suspected that I was not
the conventional, heartlesstype of
my own station. Indeed, I pleased
my aunt greauy vy proving oy my ae
mureness that I was not going to fol
low the example of my great-grandmother.
I heard, nothing from Roger. We
had agreed that if I did not hear from
him in a year and a day I was to con
sider myself free. That timejpassed
and William-Smith came into my
life. He was an excellent match, my
aunt agreed. They Bald that I should
marry him. When I jdemurred my
uncle told me that he had spent $35,-
000 on me since he had takenune
from my mother's arms. He showed
me the bookkeeping in black and
white. He had figured it up and no'w
1 was to keep my part of the bargain.
Smith had "never kissed me. He is
atypical soulless business man of
forty-five. When I think of Roger I
am mad with anger. He has failed
me and life means nothing to me
nothing at all. -
That has happened within the past
hour. If 1 retain what I have written
it is to mock at the instability of
human thoughts. ' The noise at my
window was Roger. He had returned
late. He told me some tale of a
European tour and a delayed steam
ship. He had heard I was to be mar
ried and had come to claim me.
"Your wife?" I asked. n
He told me he could not get the n
divorce. He hadn't money enough, iq
If I would come with him we could tf
I get money from my uncle and use it a
to legalize our union.
It was not the proposal disconcert- jo
ed me so much as something disillu- rf
sionizing in Roger's words and face.
Somehow he made me think more
highly of William Smith. n
"Come with me now, dear," Roger 4I
pleaded. y
As he spoke I heard steps on thev
graveled path. Instantly I motioned
Roger to conceal himself. I could ia
not imagine my uncle walking in the u
garden so late at night but judge mx .o
amazement ta find Mr. Smith con- j
fronting me. ,t
-r"I saw your light," he said. "I
couldn't help coming to you. I want tl
you to tell me truly, dear; do you ,t
love me? If you do not it is not too lT
late." - " ff
I loQked at him, dumb with amaze- 9
ment- Hishbpely face seemed trans- ,
figured; somehow I could not bring ,
myself to tell the truth. u
Roger stepped from behind the cur- lS
tain and stood facing him. . t
"Well, I see you have trapped me,"
he remarked casually. "What are
you going to do about it?"
Mr. Smith didTiot drop an eyelid.
"Shall we let the fellow go, dear? " ,
he asked. ,
"What do you mean? What do t
you take'me for? A burglar?" said (r
Roger. ,
Arid then I realized his coup. Pos- "
ing as my lover he hoped to compro-
mise me hopelessly, to induce me
thereby-to go with him, and later to
use me as a lever for extracting mon- s
ey from my uncle. j
"If you're not gone inside of half a s
minute you'll be the worst handled,

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