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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 23, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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insisted on. leaving this outfit, which,
she had never worn. Later I learned
they had all gone to pieces, so I
guess Mrs Van Buskirk never cared
to wear the dress, for she did not
send for if, so it is yours, dear. You
love nice things? As you get older
you are going to get into society, a
pretty girl like you."v
"Maybe, Mrs. Blake," smiled Ha
zel, "but such a dress was never
worn at hayrack rides and harvest
festivals and church socials. But, oh!
all the same it will be a wondrous
! delight to have such pretty things,
if, it's only to dress up once In a
while, just to look at myself and
dream that I ain a princess or the
"like!"" (
The two evenings of fixing over
were like wild riots of glorious pleas
ure. "When, fully arrayed in the
beautiful dress, Hazel stood before
the mirror, Mrs. Blake went into ec
stasies and Hazel's eyes danced.
Hazel, back home, laid aside the
treasured dress, but her last glance
at night was for iC Then she would
dream of high-born dames .-and
knights of chivalry and gilded pal
aces, and great social functions.
One day, when her aunt was away,
Hazel dressed up in full elegance.
She was possessed with girlish long
ing to show herself. Her thought was
to get past the wooden stretch be
tween her home and the summer ho
tel grounds just once past "the
promenaders, and feel that, in attire
at least, she was one of the -"madding
crowd." When she neared the
throng, however, Hazel's timid na
ture shrank from the ordeal. She
went tcr a quiet nook in the woods,
sat down on a fallen tree and
dreamed.
She arose suddenly. Hazel had
removed her pretty picture hat and
placed it beside her. A little dog
came Tunning-up, seized the prized
headgear and ran off with it
"Come back! oh.xome back," cried"
the distracted Hazel, but the mis-
slght like an arrow. Hazel had
ruBhed vainly in pursuit, fairly cry
ing, when a quick wnistle rang out
and a well-dressed young man came
into view. The dog scampered up to
him and the hat was rescued, un
harmed. What a delightful young man all
courtesy, apology and consideration!
He was manifestly captivated by the
fair face, but indulged only in a few
generalities and was gone, but he
had managed to linger for fully five
minutes, and Hazel was duly im
pressed. She had in a measure been,
false to herself. For a few moments,
at least, she had carried out all the
dignity qf a fashionable young lady
to the manor born. It was quite a
small and thrilling experience to pose
in an exclusive sphere and to be ac
cepted as a simon-pure devotee of
fashion!
Gordon Marie did not forget that
harming face. It was strange, he
told himself, but somehow the flash
ing memory of that chance meeting
caused him to long for another sight
of lis 'possessor. Twice he roamed
through the woods, hoping to come
across the ideal of his dreams, out
Hazel did not reappear.
Then he made inquiries among his
set, but that furnished no clue. He
decided that the young lady who had
bo impressed him must belong to
some of the rich farmer families of
that district Then one day he met
her.
He was passing a neat, small cot
tage, with abeautifully kept garden,
when the unfenced lawn and a cool
looking pump in the back yard
tempted him to allay his thirst
As he rounded the house hecame
upon a wash bench, a tub sending
up snowy cascades of soapsuds and
bending over it was the lady of his
dreams.
"Could I have a drink," he began,
and started and stared.
"Certainly," said Hazel, but in a
vivid gasp and all aflush, recognizing
-chievous little animal was out of her knight of the picture hat enisoda
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