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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 02, 1912, Image 13

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' The Tale of 'a Queer Love
. Affair
"With! every tear thatdrops
from my eyes my love for you
flows slowly way. You have
broken my spirit and torn my
heart into -shreds, to scatter to the
four winds of your passions. How
pould you be so cruef&p your
Baby Bride!?" '$&
The man in the big" leather
chair alwoke with a start. Was it
a dream of had someone really
'spoken those fateful words? He
peered anxiously into the shad-r
ows of the big room, but no
human shape greeted his vision.
Then memory stirred a vital
chord and there came wingrinsr
back to him the sound of a charm
ing voice, the voice of the girl he
had loved with all hir wholk hig
heart Again he caught"' the
laughing silver of her soft con
tralto voice as she had bade him
goodby and gone merrily off to
wed the ma"n she claimed to love,
but who was too young to know
the meaning of the word much
less the sentiment. 1
And as the man in the big arm-1
chair sat and thought his, mind
pieced together the story of that
long: agone day. Carolyn Wafn
wright, beautiful as the magnolia
of her native Georgia at 16, had
Ijieen the idol of his heart.
How well he remembered that
bright Tune day when Tie had first
met her anti been forever after
charmed. Gently cantering up the
tree-studded lane to Wainwjight
manor he had caught sight sff a
picture at the doorstep.
tJnder the mellow moonlight
nights and gorgeous afternoons
qi dear old Georgia (their blossom
of love opened until it became a
fullfledged hloom, and Carolyn
was his promised bride, for Rob
ert Eddleston was the matri
monial pick of a state and many
fond mammas had angled in vain
to catch himfor a son-in-la.
The fateful night when Caro
lyn Wainwright had bade hini
forget her (how could he ever do
that), they had danced together
many times. He had smiled
down into her eyes of dusky violet
as her perfumed hair swept his
hot lips, and muqmufed : "I could
dance straight uprieMilky Way
intb the pearly gates of heaven
with you, my darling."
Instead, however, she, had soon
shattered his dream and he went
staggeringi orth. from the conser
vatory with a sick and discour
aged h,eart.
Three years had passed, bring
ing him their meed of worldly
success, but carrying not one
drop of happiness to lighten his
sorrow He had heard that neg
lect, humiliation and' pain hafd
been the portion of the girl who
had cast him off, and his heart
thrilled with sympathy for her
wheAJhte thought of the abuse
she sFdotrfrom Kirk Casselton,
'than whom nd .greater coward
And as he sat this night and
thought again, the spirit voice

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