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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 25, 1912, Image 13

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John Hammersley was going
home. Back to old Iowa and the
'waving cornfields, the peaceful
meadows and the gently sloping
hills. Back toa brown-haired wo
man whom seven years ago he.
had promised to love, honor and
cherish. Back to his wife for
she would always "be that to him
in spite of the cruel divorce and
sepaVation which had for a time
threatened to wreclchis life."
But that was all over now. It
had alj been a pitiful njisunder
standing and now' John was going
back to tell her so to tell her
vhow mistaken they both had been
to'ask her forgiveness and to be
gin life all over again.
There hadn't been.a day sinpe
they had separated, that the ag
ony of remorse had not gnawed at
his conscience. Not a day thathe
hadn't longed to rush back to her.
Pride had stood in the way. But
there came a day when he sudden
ly perceived clearly-how paltry is
a-gregt pride compared with a )if e
long joy or sorrow. Andvhe hati
rushed to the ticket office in far
away, smoky Butte, Mont., and
caught the first tram for home.
As the train sped alone John
Hammersley ielj. to thinking. He
pictured the trim white house
with the green blinds on the edge
of town where he andMary had
.p SjeUip housekeeping. Hexemem-
t oereq me goia ot trie sunngnt, tne
fresh green of the hills and the
waving branches of the budding
trees on that May day when they
were married.
He recalled her pleasure over
the clean new house, the tig sha
dy yard andthe garden vat tne
back of the house. He smiled as
he remembered how. her blue eyes
shone on the day he brought
home the fine parlor lamp with
the pink shade. Probably she was
even now lighting that very lamp
and sitting down by the- table to
read or sew. How lonely it must
have been for her all these years!
.Two big tears rolled down
Hammersley's face. He would
have gdne back long ago if it had
not been for $hat obstinate pride.
Poor little Mary!; Poor little
girl. 'Hammersley groaned. &ow
thaw he was actually on the way
to her it seemed as if the train
could not go , fast enough. It
seemed to jcrawl.
He recalled the little blue and
white dress she uspd to wear
about the kitchen. He smiled as
he thought of the lock of brown
hair which was always falling,
over her eyes and which he used
tp pin up for her with his own
clumsy fingers when her hands
Were covered with dough. She
used to laugh at himand tell him
he never was intended for a lady's
maid. ;( .
There came a sudden shock.
which threw Hammersley clear
out ot nis seat Ihen a crsh
darkness an!d a hoarse shouting.
The L. &. R. passenger had tl
lided with a west-bound freight.
What had been polished, sraooth-
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