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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 13, 1912, Image 19

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emplated .had already, taken
place.- Then he broke the silence
by asking hesitatingly :
"Will you give me something
before you go, Rose? I've never
asked-you before, but if you are
going to leave me I want some
thing to remember you by."
"Well, what is it?" she asked
a' little absently, fdr.her thoughts
were far away.
"You know I love you?" Henry
" "Oh, of course," she returned
carelessly, not noting the flush
which stained the face of the
young man, telling that the thrust
had gone deep.
"Well, Io, though you don't
seem to care much, and I want a
kiss," and while the words were
abrupt, the tone was not.
Rose turned a little startled,
but smiled. After, all, Henry was
like a relative; she had known
him so long, ever since she could
remember. Together they had at
tended school, although he was
much" in advance of her, and had
gone together to all the merry
makings of the neighborhood,
"Why, I suppose you can kiss
me just once, for goodbye," she
said slowly, raising her face to
' JHenry bent towards her. Quiet
ly he laid his hands on her shoul
ders -and looked down into her
eyes. There was if she had known
how to read their message, but,
she was blinded by the mists of
her fancies, and it passed unheed
ed. Gently, reverently, the man
bent and kissed her full ort the
lips. There was nothing to-star-
tie her in the kiss,, hut it was a
man's kiss, feuch as she had never
received before, and to her sur
prise it thrilled her. Abruptly-'
she drew back, her mouth trem
bling-, her eyes dewey.
"I hate to think of another maiv
touching your lips, Rose," Henry .,
said gently. "I know I am the"
first since you were a little girl,
and then I guess it "was me who
did the most of it then jtuihe
games, wasn't it?"
Rose nodded, f she could, not
speak, and Henry looked at her
keenly before continuing: r "
"There's- another- thing'T Hate
to'think of, and thatTs my kiss
ing any other?girl."
"Why.JEJenry!" Rose gasped.
Somehow 4he did not like that
idea heVsClf.
"And yet of course I will, just
as some other man will kiss you,"
he coritinued,'keeping cloTse watch -of
her expressive iace, now fully
revealed by the moonlight'.
"Yqu seem pretty certain of
that," Rosefsaid sharply.
"Well, why not? "You are not
the kind of a girl to go through
life unmarried ; you areN too pret
ty. Men will love and court you,
and all will not fail like'rhe.?'
"I don't think it's very nice for
you to talk that way," Rose said
with the echo of a sob in her,
throat; but Henry went on.
"There is nothing wrong in ify
or I'd not connect it with you.
know that people can ldve and;
turn to others', and certainly whiles
you do rtot yet love, you will be-j
cpme fond of some one some
day x

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