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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 10, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 20

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with such a kind expression on his
"I thought you understood, Eliza
beth," said the colonel in tones of.
grave politeness. There was re
proach in his voice, but Colonel Slee
could never be anything but a gentle
man. "But you said you said " the
girl exclaimed; and even then she
could not quite believe it. But pres
ently she understood. She was not
at all angry. She felt the tears of
humiliation rush to her eyes, that he
should have misunderstood her so.
And there was more than humilia
tion there was real sorror for the
loss of a friend, the only friend she
had had, except Tom, since her par
ents died.
"Are you going Elizabeth?" asked
the colonel, watching her.
She began buttoning her coat.
"You ought not to ask me that O,
what have I done to make you think
otherwise?" she pleaded.
"My dear," said the colonel, "I
thought you understood the situation.
Perhaps I was wrong; I had no wish,
to deceive you. That is not my way.'
There are certain conventions
why did you think I was taking you
out to luncheons and dinners?"
"As a friend," she cried hotly, feel
ing her cheeks burning.
He shook his head. "Men of fifty
do not make friends of their lady
employes in that way, my dear," he
answered. l "I am sorry. Let me help
you with your coat."
They went up the stairs to the deck
and stood side by side there for a
moment. Everything in Elizabeth's
life seemed to have crumbled into
ashes. She turned.
"I am sorry," she said. "I wish I
had understood. Good-bye."
For the life of her she could not
summon any indignation against him.
She did not feel the insult then, only
the unbearable loss.
Colonel Slee took her hand in his
and bent over it They strolled up
the dock; he called a taxicab and es
corted her to her door. Then he rais
ed his hat and ieft her.
On the following morning a special
delivery message arrived for the girl,
asking her to hold her position at the
store till the colonel's return. They
need not meet, he sajd, but he trusted
she would take charge of his inter
ests till he could make arrangements.
Elizabeth went back to business.
She did not see him again. The
yacht was wrecked in the great storm
that ravaged the Florida coast that
summer. Colonel Slee never appear
ed again. He doubtless died, with all
the crew. But he had had time to
make certain arrangements. The girl
found herself the possessor of a sub
stantial legacy. But she never told
Tom all the circumstances. That was
a page of her life that she tore-out of
the book.
Select thoroughly sound pears.
Halve and' core them. Put on the
stove to cook in clear water, in an
agate sauce pan. Use enough water,
only, to cover the fruit. Cook slow
ly. When the pears are tender? but
not broken, remove from the stove
and take them out of the liquid. Set
them aside. Then take enough of
the liquid to fill up the bottles and
add sugar to it until it makes a rich
syrup. Cook for a few minutes and
then drop the pears carefully into it,
letting them simmer for ten minutes.
Sliced lemons, cooked with the pears
and their liquid, add greatly to the
flavor. Use about two lemops to half
a gallon of liquid. Can the fruit
scalding hot and seal.
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Mrs. Hoyle You have been to
New York, I hear.
Mrs. Doyle Yes.
Mrs. Hoyle And how did you like
the metropolis?
Mrs. Doyle: Oh, that was so far
out that we didn't get a chance to
see it.
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