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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 27, 1913, Image 13

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By Isabel -Jones.
John Croft Jiad:.writtenito-his-wife
and dropped the letter "down" the mail
chute. She" -had been '.gone three
weeks, but she had communicated
with him fwice during, that period so
that the breach between them was
not irrevocable. That 'morning, her
second letterhad come, and how that
Bega'n Reading it Again..
ne had answ.ered ithetook it up and
began reading jt-again"
"Dear John," she wrote. "I have
been thinking a good deal . during our
separation and have come 'to the
conclusion. ,that neither of us is so
much'to blame for our disagreements
as the other thinks. It is. qur life in
the city, John, the rush of work, the
cramped quarters, the killing "of the
romance of life by the sordid struggle
for existence. John, shall we try
again and .see if we cannot be kinder
to each other.?" . ,
John 'Croft had 'come to the city
fromthe country, like so many coun
try boys, burning to make a name
and fortune t in "the" field where the
prizes-are immense) but the struggle
acute. No -mercy is given on that bat
tlefield. He was twenty then, and Mil
dred Carter had told him that she
would wait for, him, if need be for
ever. Theyiiad been sweethearts for
three years and neither had been in
love before. And Mildred waited,
though the wait was long. Year by
year John Croft had struggled vainly,
hopelessly, until his sudden recogni
tion' came. Then ,he had married. And
that was five years ago and though
success seemed certain, he was not
yet out of the press of that remorse
less battle.
John fell to musing, upon Mildred.
He remembered her as she, used 'to
walk shyly by -.his side to church;
he thought of those many lovely
hours in the old' town, where their
homes adjoined;, of stolen kisses at
even, of all the thousand and one
things that, a lover recalls. How fond
of -ech other they. .had been! Then
came his married life, begun happily,
but gradually embittered' by misun
derstanding's, Mrs:t Croft was" a. coun
try girl and,lifein'the city had been
hard, on, her. And there had been no
And ever the memory of Mildred
Carter swept over hini like a flood
tide, 'and by that, sjveet memory he
had tried to live and fought down
the rising, bitterness in his heart.
At last' his wife and he had resolved
upon a temporary separation It was
not to be permanent; they were' too .
sincerely f ond' of each other to dream
of anything 'like that Rather it was
to be a period of adjustment in which,
each, alone, could examine his and
her heart and see wherein the of
fense lay. Then his wife's, second let
ter had come, in which she had diag
'nosed the trouble accurately. It was
not their love which was at fault, but '
the conditions of their life', and 'love
must be strong enough to overleap
those artificial barriers.
'But Mildred! John Croft had never r
ceased to dream ofiiis" first love. If-

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