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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 27, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A DOG WITH A BAD NAME
By George Munson
"And I'm coming to see you to
night," said Cyril Anderson to his
stenographer.
Lily Holmes blushed in that charm
ing manner that set the rflan's heart
beating confusedly. Cyril Anderson
had never been sure of Miss Holmes
from the day when he engaged her.
At 40 he had a reputation that in
duced respectable women who read
the advertisement of the Anderson
company in the newspapers, offering
large salaries, to turn their eyes con
temptuously aside. Anderson had
the biggest popular publishing busi
ness in New York. And he had a
reputation all along Broadway and
up to Harlem.
His divorce, the suits by chorus
girls, had filled columns of the news
papers. It was a fact that no respect
able girl would work in Anderson's
office that is, under his immediate
eye. He was a judge of beauty and
a connoisseur of dress. Anderson
was a bad character, all acknowl
edged. Strangely enough, the man had
another reputation. There was many
an old, broken employe who could
have testified to acts of generosity
and kindness. Anderson's hand went
deep into his pocket to relieve suffer
ing and distress. Anderson was that
not rare bird, a good man against
his will. And if he was a "rounder,"
at least he played the game with peo
ple as experienced as himself.
When Lily Holmes came into his
office he was smitten at once. The
man had little respect for, or belief
in women. The scandalous divorce
suit, which had been a case of his
own chivalrous silence, had hardened
and embittered him. Henceforward
he regarded women as inherently
dishonorable. He scoffed at their
faith and goodness. He could not be
lieve that Lily Holmes was really the
sort of girl she professed to be welL J
not professed, for she professed
nothing, but, at any rate, gave the
appearance of being.
He had taken her out to lunch and
felt that his conquest was almost
complete. He could not imagine any
girl resisting himself, the millionaire
with a reputation for gallantry that
had led demi-mondained to throw
themselves into his arms. When he
told Lily that he was going to call on
her he believed she understood as
well as he.
And he called that night, dressed
for the part He meant -to take her
He Called That Night, Dressed for
the Part
out to supper. He wore a silk hat
and a gardenia. He had no doubt
that he would find her, arrayed in the
latest style, in some bachelor girl's
quarters.
Lily opened the door herself.
"Come in, Mr. Anderson," she said
gayly. "Father and mother are so
anxious to meet you."
Anderson thought this was a jest
He entered the room, to find ah el
derly couple awaiting him. The fa
ther, who wore a long, white beard
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