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mmmmmmm THEIR WEDDING EVE By Harold Carter (Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.) Nina Suffitt sat in her bedroom and cried over a letter. It was 9 in the evening. On the morrow she was to become the bride of an English nobleman. Viscount Addisleigh was a very estimable young man, very shy and obviously half in love with her. But both had been dragooned into the marriage. The days had gone so fast since the engagement that Nina had had little time to regret It was not un til Jack Tremont's letter came that the floodtide of memory came sweep ing back on her. Five years ago they had been all but engaged. He was a poor artist then and there had been a terrific scene when her stepmother learned of her friendship for the young man, and of the little suppers at Renti's, where they had had such gay par tie's of young Bohemians. It had been a glimpse into the wonderful world for the girl, which closed down abruptly when she had not the strength to go her own way. She had not seen Jack since that last parting, when she had promised to write to him. And all that was five years ago. Her father's death had followed. Her stepmother, a worldly woman, only wanted to get the girl off her hands. She had been touted shame lessly in the foreign markets that was the way with her set and final ly the viscount, with an impoverished estate, had bargained for her. At least, not he, but the family lawyer. All had been very decorous, and well, Nina was to marry him on the morrow. She read her lover's letter again through blinding tears. It was only a little congratulatory note, saying that he was dining alone that night .at the little table in Renti's, which j they used to occupy, and that he would be remembering her. The house was very quiet Every one had gone to bed early in antici pation of the exhausting events of the morrow. The girl peeped out of her room. How easy it would be to escape for an hour or two, to fly to Jack, to spend one last short hour Her Heart Leaped as She Saw the Well-Remembered Figure with him before the drab life' ahead of her began! She trembled; and then, with those memories of the past, she could .re sist no longer. She slipped on an old dress and hat and coat and softly made her way down the stirs. She shuddered as she saw the roses that had already been entwined along AIMitiriftiAfctt