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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 23, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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Ms mother has robbed him of human
rights. He is like a dead man."
And he bent and kissed her.
Whether or not Foscari saw that
kiss, his-glances were so malignant
afterward that, Elsa grew .afraid.
However, on the following day he
withdrew to the other side of theH
island.
They did not see him and there
followed golden days of happiness in
each other's love. They had decided
that, being dead to the world, they
would never return. Harding had a
little money and he meant to take
Elsa to some quiet place in southern
Europe where they could live with
each other for the rest of their lives.
Then came the hoped-for fishing
boat It came sailing toward the
island in the dawn and the two came
out of the hut to see the swarthy
Portuguese looking in wonder at
their shack. They started back in
terror as the two ' emerged; they
thought they were spirits.
Harding, speaking in Italian, man
aged to make himself understood.
The fishermen agreed to take them
to the main island as soon as they
had uade their catch that afternoon
on the tide.
They went away and the- hours
went by. It was early afternoon
when suddenly Foscari burst through
the trees exultantly and ran up to
them.
"We are saved!" he shouted.
Elsa looked at him, but said noth
ing. r . ,
"A steamship is on the other side
of the island. She has seen the flag.
A boat is coming. Elsa, we -will for
get what has happened. We shall be
aboard in half an hour."
Elsa's lip quivered. With the pros
pect of this new rescue all the hap
py dreams of the past were shat
tered. Again she seemed to be in
Foscari's power, so strong was the
conventional bond. She turned to
Harding. "What do you say?" she
asked.
"Elsa J"
1 "I must go, I suppose. After all,
my parents are mourning for me.
They love me. I have my duty. You
will come "
nNo," said Harding. "I shall stay
here."
The struggle was a piteous one.
Foscari watched with quie triumph
in his eyes. And Elsa yielded. . With
out a word, with'lowered head, she
followed him.
Half an hour later the fishing boat
returned. Harding was waiting on
the shore. His life seemed altogeth
er empty now, and he did not know
what he was going to do, but he
wanted to leave the island where life
had become so fair, only to cloud it
self again in gloom.
"Push off!" he said, and stepped
into the boat
And at the moment there came a
rustling among the trees and Elsa
stood before him, radiant. ' She
sprang forward and Harding took
her in his arms and placed her in the
boat There was no need of explana
tions. At the last, love had tri
umphed. Quietly the little craft put out in
the fragrance of the afternoop,-
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RichmondVia..
Dear Editor:
Beiivg
overly rich, must ie
a d.read.fu.1 Taore.Ior
awhile it is TJroialily
- ffuiie novel to he
goutfht after ty dated
prmcej:, society ieao.
erg etc, tut the thing
iecoine6 monotonous.
DoyoLtlivn.lt the
TnilKonxiaire liatf
any ambition to
look, forward, to ?
Answer: Ohves to being recog
nized by a headVaiter, . M

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