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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 28, 1913, Image 18

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i By Caroline Dwyer. -
The little, fashionablydressed wo-.aan-'
with the lorgnettes looked
hopelessly at the'longlineof push
-buttons and letter-boxes?OB either
,,side of the door before she found
, the name. At last, witti a little, reck
less gesture, she pressed the button.
t The (hall door clicked, and she began
i the Jong tramp upstairs. JWhen. one
calls at an apartment"house one al-
v-v-- tf
i "Matrimony?" Inquired MissFarrell
I ways finds the person sought for on
the top 'floor.
At the 'tiead of the fifth flight a
. door clicked open. Mrs. Van Leyden
found herself looking into Jhe favce
J Of a young, dark-haired woman.
"Miss Farrell?" she aske'd.
"Come in," replied the other short-
ly. She led her Into'agaudily fur
nished room, in the middle of which,
upon a-hard, straight -Velvet-covered
phair, sat-a fat woman'in middle life,
evidently Miss Farrell's mother, ior,
except for the -added years nd em.
bonpoint, the features were almpst
identical. Mrs. Van Leyden looked at
the daughter and at the mother and
shuddered involuntarily.
"Mamma!" said. Miss FarrelL
"O, all 'right,"' said the stout wo
man, and; taking the paper which she
had been reading, withdrew into an
inner room.
"What-can I do for you, Mrs--'V
"Van Leyden," said the visitor.
A light of understanding came into
Miss Farrell's eyes.
"Not Bobby, Van. L.eyden's
mother?" she asked, apparently
much amused.
"Robert Van Leyden is my son,"
answered the other quietly.
"Then I guess I know what you've
come for," retorted Miss Farrell. "Sit
down, won't you? Well, stand if you
prefer. You have' heard that Bobby's
mashed on me and want to stop it
before it ees to the weddiner' hells?
Well don't trouble about that. My
acquaintance with Bobby has "not
progressed beyond letters and flowers
and notes asking me ,to come out to
supper after the play is ended, I'm
not stuck on your son J'
"I think I understand your mean
ing," answered-the visitor. I have
no fears that my son wilT commit "
"Matrimony?" inquired Miss Far
relL T"No, aTnesalliance," said the moth
er proudly. "Miss Farrell, my soiTis
engaged to the" sweetest girl in Hew
York, and I want hinrto marry her.
If she suspected why, she, would
have no more to do with him.t Marion
has pfide, and my son. I know, loves
her. He is just a foolish, stage-struck
Doy. miss tf'arreu, won't' you put an
end to this nonsense?" She'Tiesitat
ed,and the other woman turned unon
her fiercely.
"Now don't you offer me money,"
"she cried, '"or I'll I'fl marry liim!"
.uxxo. youjjcjfucu mxui iiumiug; ner
tearful gaze, however, wasmore ef
fective Htha'n wordv
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