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and it might interest some of
'these scientific fellows.'
"'But you did I persJstedr
You dragged me out from under
"the horse's hoofs, and I would
have been killed if you had not
" 'No you wouldn't,' he said.
.'You would have been "rescued by
'a handsomer man. I saw him
getting ready, but I beat him to
"While we were arguing we
drew Up in front Qf my hotel. He
picked me up infhis arms, and
walked into the hotel, with me as'
if he were accustomed to doing
things like that every day.
"'The lady has sprained her
ankle,' he said to the clerk, -wlio
looked as if he were wondering if
he oughfnot to call a" policeman.
'Which' is her room?' j
"So fie carried me up to my
room, and left me, a'nd it was not
until he Had gone that J realized
I did not even know his' name. . .
"The next day the bell boy
brought a huge bouquet of Amer
ican Beauty roses to my room,
.arid said'they had been left by a
strange man, who would not
leave "Eis name, and who wore a
ril was not a"ble to walk for
three weeks, and. during that time
there Was a bunch of roses for
jne every day. And the first day
came downstairs, he was wait
ing for me. ... -:
' "We had dinner together and
t told" me he was from Califor
nia) and that he had come to Chi
cago to p'aint the town red!.
" TJoyo'u call dancing attend
ance on a sick woman arid spend
ing a small fortune on American
Beauty roses painting the town
red?' I asked him.
" 'Well, it's, just as intoxicat
ing',' he said, and began to talk
about what a wonderful country
"t saw much 'of liith. in the next
few weeks.. And then, one day,
Forsythe found me again, and the
hotel manageirient told me they
wanted my room. It made me
feel helpless, and sick, and tired.
"We went to Lincoln park that
night the big man and I and
we sat down on ar little rustic
bench that looked out over Lake
Michigan, and the moon was
shining aqdmaking the water
silvery, and the scent of flowers
was in the air. ...
"We were both silent fo'r a long
time. And then ... he asked
me ... . to be his wife. . .
"A month before, I should have
snapped at the chance, and mar
ried him. and probably taken all .
his money and then waited for
-him to sue-for a divorce.
"B,ut I had come to know him
jn those guiet weeks', ancThe was
so big, and gentle, and strong,
and full of courtesy ... I fold
him it was impossible, and the
tears streamed down my face. .
"He turned around, and he
took' both my hands in his, and
he looked deep down into my eyes .
as if he would read my very soul.
"'Why?' he said. , ,
l tried to give him look' fo'r
look, to brazen it out. But I qould
not. I felt the hot blood creep.