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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 26, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 20',
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next morning she was too ill to leave
it Mrs. Stuart entered at 10 with a
tray of breakfast.
"I'm sorry I was a little cross last
night," she said, setting it down be
side her. "You know Jim is the best
man in the world, but once in .a while
he gets irritated. Now, if he "were
real bad, like throwing the pie at the
cat, I wouldn't stand for it a minute."
"N-no," said Dora feebly. And
after a few casual remarks her vis
itor took her departure.
Dora crept limply down to dinner.
The guests were as chatty as ever,
and Mrs. Stuart particularly amiable.
Nobody noticed her distress and Mr.
Stuart was even sympathetic as he
passed the mustard.
She had just reached her room
when Mr. Field emerged from the
"Mrs. Symons," he said, "I want
to tell you how sorry I feel for your
"Thank you," said Dora gratefully.
She was on the verge of tears. The
Fields had always been her best
friends. She longed to tell him all,
to ask about the Stuarts. , But sud
. denly he caught her in his arms.
"Darling!" he cried rapturously.
"Will you fly with me somewhere
anywhere that I can go out of sight
of that old cat I am married to?"
"Mr. Field! Let me go at once!"
cried Dora furiously. And she strug
gled out of his arms, but not before
he had succeeded in imprinting a
kiss upon her cheek.
"I'll take you west," he said. "I
have plenty of money. We'll give the
old women the slip and nobody will
know we aren't mar "
"Oh, Mrs. Field!" shrieked Dora,
seeing his wife come up the stairs.
"Help me. Your husband has insult
ed me abominably."
"What has he done, my dear?"
asked Mrs. Field. "Dearest, remem
ber Mrs. Symons must be treated re
spectfully." "He asked me to elope with him,"
wept Dora, covering her face.
;'Is that all?." asked Mrs. Field,
apparently relieved. "Well, it's just
his way, you know. He asked me to
elope with him, too, and I did. Don't
take him too seriously."
Dora looked up. All the doors were
suspiciously open and both Mr. and
Mrs. Field were on the verge of un
"Now if he had thrown the pie at
the cat " continued Mrs. Field.
"Oh!" cried Dora with sudden illu
mination. And, frenzied at the trick
that had been played on her, she
dashed into her room and began to
But an hour later, with wet cheeks
and humble looks, she went down
stairs. The boarders were all at the
"My dear friends,'' said Dora, "I
want to thank you all. I have been
very foolish and you have taught
"Hurrah!" shouted big Jim Stuart,
seizing her by the hands and begin
ning the first step of a dance. "I
knew it. We knew you were a trump,
Mrs. Symons. I took the responsi
bility of wiring somebody and he'll
be here say, let me take you in a
cab to the station to meet him."
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