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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 05, 1912, Image 12

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ton Oh, I- beg your pardon ! I'd
quite forgotten for tHe moment."'
"Ppn't mind meF I prided my
self that my sarcasm hid my pain.
"Anyhow, you had better hear
the .gossip from me. She is his
cousin, the cause of the misunder
standing between you and Harry.
She had money, and persnaded
fPapa Trenton that Harry's .pros
pects would be ruined if he did
not marry her.-"
I was induced to oblige Peggy,
and that same night, veiled heav
ily, entered the hall where, the fair
was in progress and' disappeared
within my tent.
"Now, .Olive," cautioned Peggy,-
"speak in a whisper; this will
add to the mystery and disguise
your voice."
?eggy purposely called each
one jwho entered, -by name. Peo
ple came quickly, and . after my
first confusion I felt cool enough.
L amazed all by my accurate des
cription of-incidents in their lives,
and -was getting on merrily when
I heard Peggy call qut: , m
."Won't you walk in, Harry?
Oh, sur.ely you will ! I assure you
'the-sibyl will give you ai marvel
ous reading"." " She -haggled for
some time before I heard him say:
"Well, to please you, I will go
-Then-the curtain was pushed
aside in his own impatient wayr
"Where are you, seventh
He approached and placed his
warm palm over mine.
"Go ahead' he ordered, care
lesslx ' " - L ' K
" 'For' a moment I was speech
less at the touch of his beloved
khand. I longed to fall on his
neck; to blot out the terrible two
years with a torrent of weeping.
"Why don'jt you say some
thing?" he asked uneasily.
"I was looking into your past,"
J. 'whispered. Then I proceeded
to give an accurate account of
meddling France's, and I daresay
had him puzzled. - - t
"You are not at all happy; you
have not been for two years I
went on in a deepeniwhisper. '
"My soul, this is 'marvelous !"
he exclaimed in a low tone.
"You are," I continued, in my
natural voice, "about to become
engaged to the jvqman who un
dermined your happiness. Is this
not so?"
He did not utter, a word fpf a
full minute, nor could I articu
late. 'Then I felt both my hands
seized, I was drawn forward im
peratively inta Harry's arms, his
jips were on mine. We kissed
wildly many times, then he said
in a shaking voice: - -
"You hu&bug, sibyl, darling
ph, Olive, Olive!" -
"Isn't everything all right
now?" I'soothed.
"Yes, yes, but those wasted
years "
But I was flawlessly happy
the past was only .a memory. I
told him so.. He-gav,e a tender
laugh, v ' - vv -
"That is the way of a maid,"
he said.
"The Suffragetts are having
smashing! old -time-in' Lunno'n, '-'

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