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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 29, 1912, Image 13

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' By Charles L. Doyle.
Maude Alvin had promised Ed
,win Ralston that she would be
come his wife, her promise had
been given two months before,
and there seemed to be no reason
.why she should regret it. . There
;was certainly no fault to be found
with her prospective husband as
far as money, family and position
went, and Maude was not am
bitious. Yet her aunt, Mrs.
Chambers, who was living over
her own youth in. this love affair
of her favorite niece, had said
.rather anxiously to the girl's
mother only yesterday; "Do
you think Maude is really hap-
"Why shouldn't she be?" re
sponded Mrs. Alvin. "Surely Ed
ward is'as good a match for her
as she is for him."
"Yes, I know, but do you
think, Fanny, that she loves him
as a woman should love the man
she is' about to marry?"
"You must remember," replied
her sister, gravely, "that Maude
was never like other girls in any
thing, and we cannot expect her
to be any different in this case.
She is not to be judged .by ordi
nary standards, and is certainly
not too impressionable."
r- Mrs. Alvin ended her sentence
with an uneasy laugh, she seemed
divided between amusement and
Jmpatience when discussing this
"child of hers, whom she but little
Just why Maude had promised
"to wed Ralston she scarcely
knew. Pjerhags it was merely be-
( cause he was such an old friend,
and his mood had fallen in so well
with hers that night in July as
they stdod on the beach at Atlan
tic City, watching the long sil
vered roll of the sea. She was
thinking of it as she sat alone this
late October evening. An east
wind, penetrating and chill, swept
in from the ocean and a bright
fire burned in the open grate.
Maude moved over to the piano,
her slender hands touched the
keyboard1, .and from under them
swelled the opening bars of Rub
enstein's "Melody," a sure indica
tion in her of a softened mood.
She played on and on, sometimes
dreamily, sometimes mournfully,
sometimes with splendid power
and depth, changing at last into a
movement of sad loneliness
wherein it seemed she were play
ing to her own thoughts.
In a little while the music came
to a sudden stop and Maude rose
and began to walk nervously back
and forth across the room. She
was telling herself that she could
not marry him, after all, and yet
had no particular reason for re
fusing to carry out her promise,
at least no reason that she could
formulate into a thought and ex
press in words. It was useless to
try to shape out a plausible ex
planation, she would simply tell
him that her feelings were all
against it, she meant to appeal to
his generosity and beg him to be
still her faithful friend. She
threw herself wearily into a chair,
and when the bell sounded in the
hall below, it did not occur to her
1 even to wonder who it might be
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