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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 30, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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iiim that any one should be so kind.
Ralston was 30 and airs. Symon not
too old for his expressions of grati
tude to bring a warm flush to her
face.
Gradually the motherly attitude
seemed to vanish. In place of it was
a very womanly sympathy, a certain
equality that set Ralston thinking
hard.
After all, a man could not live alone
forever. And this woman was very
kind, kinder than any he had ever
known. "He would assuage his lone
liness and something told him that
she was not indifferent to him.
During the days of his conva
lescence he told her much about his
past, and what he did not tell her she
surmised. It was only when he ap
proached the subject which had be
gun to possess his thoughts that she
nervously checked him.
"Do you know how old I am, Mr.
Ralston?" she asked with a laugh of
embarrassment "Forty."
It did check him, as it was meant
to do, but only because he meant to
make no error this time. A wife ten
years his senior! Well, such things
had been. He resolved that he would
ask her.
Yet, with her woman's intuition,
she postponed the matter until Ral
ston was convalescent, till he was
able to hobble about the house. Yet
each knew that the other was acting
a part, and that it was only a mat
ter of time until the words were
spoken.
"Did you know that I had a daugh
ter?" she asked him one day.
, "A daughter!" mused Ralston. He
had not thought of that Somehow,
it seemed impossible this sweet
faced, youngish woman, with a child.
"She has been living in the city
$ until I could make a home for her,"
continued Mrs. Symon. "She has
been her once or twice, and she is
coming to live with me next week."
She laid her hand on his arm. "I
want you to wait till you have seen
her," she continued.
Ostensibly the words meant that,
Ralston was to postpone his depart-,
ure until Lillian had come; but, actu
ally, he knew they meant that until,
then nothing was to be said of mar
riage. Yet it was with difficulty that he
could restrain himself, for his love
had again given Mrs. Symon the as-1
pects of the woman in his dream, and
he felt that he could with her attain1
that peace of soul which he had lost.1
"Lilian is coming tomorrow," Mrs.
Symon said one day. "Will you take
the horse to the depot and meet
her?"
"And you?"
"Oh, I shall not have time if I am
to get things in order for her," an-'
swered Mrs. Symon with a little
laugh.
Ralston drove to the depot, and
presently a fresh-faced young girl got
down from the train and glanced'
about her. Ralston went up and stood
staring foolishly at her. It was the
girl of his vision. So she had been
there, had seen him while he lay in
his delirium!
She knew him, too; she put out her
hand, and mechanically he clasped it
He helped her into the carriage and
they whirled away. And though not
a word had been spoken Ralston felt
his heart leap up with ecstacy. She
was his! He blessed his stars that
nothing had been said to the mother.
She knew Lilian knew. He felt that
with perfect instinct. They were born
for each other, each was destined for
the other.
And the mother was forgotten, and
two young people drove along ab
sorbed in one another. Their glances,
at first shy, became more ardent
Ralston put out his hand and closed'
it on the girl's warm fingers.
"Do you understand?" he stam
mered. She nodded shyly.
"It was you, then, whom I saw in
my dreams?"
She nodded again. And suddenly
he drew her to him and pressed hia
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