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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 12, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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THE DOUBLE PLOT
1 By Alvah Jordan Garth
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"You poor, dear simpleton!" elud
ed, yet sympathized, Mrs,. Roscoe De
levan. "But but I love him so!" Arline
Bortelle ended her words in contrite
sobs.
"Don't cry, little woman," pursued
her senior by ten years. "You've
made a muddle of it, but who
wouldn't, under the circumstance's?
I have something to tell you that
will cheer you up and mend up things
famously."
This had happened: Victor Mar
tin and Arline had been engaged.
Someone had led Arline to believe
that while she was away from Brook
ville on a visit, her fiance had been
he life of several social occasions.
The imputation was that Victor had
flirted outrageously, whereas in truth
and verity, the big-hearted young
fellow had simply acted out his royal
ty friendly nature of trying to make
everybody around him happy.
Nevertheless, when Arline had re
turned to Brookville she had met her
lover with a gloomy and suspicious
heart There had been a spat, minus
an explanation. Victor left her feeling
abused. Arline nursed her unjust an
ger, sent him back' the engagement
ring, and the happiness of two tender
souls was abruptly shattered.
Only temporarily, however, for
very soon Arline decided that she
could not live .without Victor. And
he a friend gave him some advice
which the tormented Victor proceed
ad to accept.
"See here, Martin, it's sheer non
sense for you two to think of break
ing away. Why, you were made for
one another. It's tantrums, and you
want to give Miss Spiteful a lesson."
"Don't you malign the darling of
my heart!" menaced Victor ardently.
"Nothing of the sort, only I went
all through your ordeal ten years
ago, and know what I'm talking
about"
"And you suggest?" voiced Victor
hopelessly.
"Arouse her jealousy."
Now Victor had no suspicion that
this element lay at the root of the
whole misunderstanding.
"Arline is above such petty senti
ment," he declared.
"Suppose so. Arouse it in her, feed
the fire. Trust me let her hear you,
Stood Rooted to the Spot.
or, better still, see you in the com
pany of some other girl a few times.
She'll send for you all broken up, be
lieve me."
"But I don't want to get entangled
with another girl," voiced Victor
feebly.
"Don't nejed to. I've sot it all
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