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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 31, 1912, Image 19

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band's business address. Mary
saw now why he was in such
haste to get to his office i why he
came home so late on various
pleas. And the. date of the letter
was only a week before.
She tried to read it, but the
U mixture of shop talk and loving
phrases was too nauseating Min
gled with allusions to business af
fairs were references to somebody
who must be "kept in the dark"
herself, doubtless. And "Jack"
had taken her out to dinner on
the 29th that was the evening
when he did not come home till
eleven. "Jack" had given her a
ring. "Jack" was her everlasting
Mary "Benton had the quick
temper which accompanies many
lovable natures. She flung the
letter- intp a corner and packed
her bag. She was determined to
go home to her mother. She
would leave no message merely
thi letter on the table. She picked
it up and smoothed out the
'wrinkles. Then, at the door she
reflected No she would go down
to the office and confront them
John and his absurd stenogra
pher She pictured her as a little,
blonde, bold-faced, mincing crea
ture, just the type that would
catch most men. But Johnr John
9 who had been so loving and kind 1
By now she was crying as hard as
she could cry. She gave way to
her grief without restraint for fif
teen minutes. Then at last she
composed herself, dabbed some
cologne upon her eyes, put the
letter in her bag and started
down town. She would be very
quiet and very calm and give the
woman no occasion to triumph
over her. She would request a
few moments of John's time,
would walk in, lay down the let-
ter, ask him if he had anything to
say, and then go home. She would
never return never. By this
time she had begun to cry again.
She saw the people in the street
car looking, at her. She wiped
her eyes furtively, and by now her
grief had given way to a fixed,
steely anger, so that she was
quite resolute in her purpose.
It was nearly eleyen o'clock be
fore the slow-moving car reached
Andover street. She might have
taken the train. But she wanted
to spin out tlje journey as long as
possible. There was alyvays the
hope that there might be some ex
planation, and she was living in
that hope, although she thought
that hope was gone. She tried to
find excuses for her husband and
could think of none. She took the
letter out of her bag and looked
at it again. Not there could be no
excuse ; this woman was intimate
ly acquainted with the details of
John's business, Thatngered her
the more, those business allq
sions. If it had been wholly sen
timentality well, John was very
handsome, she reflected with a.
sort of pride. She would not have
blamed the woman so much. But
but she must not cry any
more. ,
She got down from the car and
entered the dreary office buildings
high up on the seventh floor of
which John had his business
quarters. She- had never been
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