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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 23, 1912, Image 19

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but she could refrain from fan
ning that love by association with
him, and she did, and bravely.
However, she felt her heart grow
faint within her girlish 'bosom,
"and she wondered if she was des
tined to live very, very long.
"I have heard," she told her
self, "that the worst of sorrows
grows less as time goes on, and
perhaps' mine will, but it don't
seem as though it could," and she
sighed in a way to make anyone
feel unhappy about her, so young
andTyet so miserable. The cush
ions supporting her had come
from her future husband. The
palm at which she stared at was
also his gift. A costly diamond
gleamed on her little left hand,
and if she had known it, all the
money in her father's pocket was
derived from the same source, for
Gordon Phillips was a wealthy
man, and if his conduct was to be
taken as any sign of his character,
he was a generous man,
"Strange he doesn't -want me
to see him until we meet tomor
row night before the clergyman,"
she mused; then came a terrible
thought that drove her from her
couch in wild-eyed horror,
"Is he something dreadful to
look at!" she moaned. Was that
the reason? Suddenly she re
membered her 'father, and, run
ning to his door, rapped on it
with ajtrembling hand.
"Papa, papa, 4et me cpme in,"
she pleaded.
"AH right, open the door," her
father said, sleepily, as she dash
ed in.
"What is it, little one?" her
father asked tenderly. Although'
not a successful man, what the
world calls a failure, he was de
votedly attached to his mother
less girl, and his face shone with
"Papa, tell me, Mr. Phillips
isn't deformed, or anything like
that, is he?" Maisie gasped, seat-
ing herself on the edge of the bed
where her father was resting.
"No, pel, no," the father de
clared emphatically. "Far from
it. I would take him to be a very
handsome man, and I think you
will learn to love him dearly, or I
would never have consented to
the marriage, you may be sure of
that. Deformed! Why, Maisie!
Do you think your old father
thinks so little of his little girl
that he would let her throw her
self away on anyone who cannot
make her happy?" and he tender
ly stroked her hair, which she was
just learning to wtfar on top of
her head instead of" in a great
braid down her back.
For a moment Maisie was
tempted to confess her misery,
then a glance at his worn face de
terred her. She knew that his
health was very poor, and that
her marriage would secure for
him comforts, luxuries, and she
did not dare tell him that she had
given her heart to another man,
"Forgive me," she whispered,
tenderly kissing him, and then
she resolutely put from her all
thoughts Xf what might have
been if she had been free when
she met Fred, dnd, taking up a
book, read aloud to her father un
til it was time to dress foj the

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