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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 29, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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TWO IN TROUBLE
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
I was so angry with Jack that I
resolved never to see -him again. He
had called me a flirt and refused to
listen to me when I said that 1 really
had known Mr. Oliphant years be
fore and that my meeting him at the
corner was quite an accident He
was so vulgar, too, and Jack had
never been vulgar before. I suppose
he thought he had me on a string
and could show himself in his true
colors. He told me that I had made
a "date" with Mr. Oliphant, who was
one of father's old friends, and whom
I hadn't seen for years.
I just gave him back his ring quiet
ly right on the street corner, and
said I was glad he had shown him
self as he was before marriage in
stead of afterward. Then I walked
away. I didn't care a bit I hated
Jack.
Of course, I never expected to see
him again, but to show him that all
was over I moved from Mrs. Brum
mell's. I left my address with her,
but told her not give it to anybody,
and I knew that Jack would have to
try hard before he got it out of her.
Of course, she can't really keep any
thing secret if you insist
New York is large enough for two
people not to meet Jack knew that
I worked for Mr. Stevens in the Bent
wich building, but he couldn't very
well come there when his own office
was so far downtown. So altogether
I .felt he wasn't likely to trouble me
again. Days passed and he made no
further attempt to see me. I was
more furious than you can imagine
and, yet it showed me very clearly
that my estimate of him had been
correct
I didn't let the grass grow under
my feet I went out to dinner with
old Mr. Oliphant, who is the dearest
man and I suggested Flavin's, be
cause I know Jack sometimes has an
extravagant habit Of dining there
when his work keeps him downtown.
I wanted Jack to see what he had
lost
Well, would you believe 'men can
be so base? The second time Mr.
Oliphant who is a perfect dear
took me there, whom should I see
but Jack, seated at a table near me
with a dreadful looking person, a
blonde with a heap of false hair I
suppose Jack didn't see it was false
and flashing teeth. Poor boy! I
felt so sorry for him. She was not a
good woman at least, if she were
good she wouldn't have worn false
I Turned My Back on Him
hair and been so terribly overdressed.
After that I never went to Flavin's
again. I began to think more of Jack.
Was it my duty to try and save him
from that creature at any personal
sacrifice?
Before I had decided a terrible
thing happened. The empty office of
our floor was rented. One day I saw
that the painter had put up a new
name on the brass door. Whose do
you suppose it was? Jack's. He had
rented that office for his business
of course, to annoy me,
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