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

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groping her way through, an open
doorway let out Into the garden. She
crqssed it in feverish haste, unper
ceived, emerging into a lane. She
pursued her way for half a mile until,
tottering and faint, she reached the
limits of the town where ran an elec
tric line.
, A car came whirling toward her.
Leila hailed it She sat crouched in
a rear seat until it reached the ter
minus, 20 miles farther on. Here she
took a branching route. Beyond she
became a passenger on a cross line.
It was hear midnight when she left
the. last train.
She must have traveled over a hun
dred and fifty miles. Dumbed, sick
at heart, she barely sutained her ebb
ing trength under the impelling in
fluence that bade her leave no trail
that could be followed. She tra
versed the streets of a busy town,
found a hotel, and as she was shown
to a room, fell across the conch it
contained,' prostrated.
In vivid panoramic array her past
life passed before her mental vision.
At 14, a 'motherless girl, she had gone
to a boarding-school: -It was the only
home she had known for eight years.
She had graduated; had met Elwyn
Borden and this day wedded him.
Then, back of that, what she had
never told him the story of her
father, still alive she believed, but hid
den, an outcast, a refugee in some far
corner of the world.
One night, a month after she had
been placed at the school, he had
come to her, stealthily, under some
'terrific strain of anguish, wildly ex
.cited. ' "Leila," he had said, as they stood
in the garden of the school, "I have
4.0 flee the country. Listen, child. fr
l bejieve I am followed. Human
bloodhounds are on my track. Al
ready they have forced me to give up
nearly all my fortune. They hunger
for the rest They would impoverish
rtne. I am innocent of any crime, but
my thieving busmess partners, to
shield themselves, have so doctored
the books that they could prove mo
guilty. I will never dare return to
this country again. I have arranged
for your care until you are educated.
You will hear from me later."
"But, oh, my father!" sobbed the
broken-hearted girl, "let me go with
you."
"Impossible. Listen, Leila! The
men who have brought me to this
hideous pass may I live to see brought
down to where I have ben dragged.
There was one I must tell you of.
Here is his "picture. Take it," and he
pressed upon her a photograph.
"ThaJ man silence! Ah, as I feared!"
He pressed his hand closely across
his lips. She saw two lurking forms
pass down the road. Her father's
pursuers. He kissed her swiftly and
disappeared in the shrubbery.
Since then every year a bank at
tache had visited the school with suf
ficient money to meet all her expens
es for the coming year. Every year
she had a letter ready to be sent to
her father, whose address she did not
know. She knew only the bank by
which the missive was forwarded.
Never a wonr from tne fatner sne
implored to come to her or send for
her through all those lonely years.
And she had married the son of one
of the men who had made of her fa
ther an outcast The thought was
horrible.
With the morning Leila proceeded
to the city where the bank was lo
cated. She implored its officials to
give her the address of her father.
They refused, but offered to f orwdrd
a letter. She wrote all of her sad
story and besought her father to take
her away from her heartbreak and
loneliness.
She remained sequestered in the
hotel, where she awaited a reply. A
weary month went by. She broke
down with th suspense of the ordeal,
to awaken from a wasting fever one
morning to stare past her nurse at a
figure standing at the side o'f the
bed,
father!" she cried ecstatically.. '
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