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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 05, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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tnond was beginning to feel quite
proud of her appearance.
And then the thought of Philip
came to her. An old maid of thirty!
A young man of twenty-eight! What
a woum not me mean to mm u ne
HP could have that three thousand!
She thought of the drab years be
hind her, the colorless years that
must stretch before her, away and
away. Little Miss Raymond put her
head down upon her hands and cried.
"It isn't for him," she told herself
defiantly, as she sealed up the type
written letter. "It is for the sake
' of the girl who is is to take my
place." .
And little Miss Raymond cried
again. Then, lest the thought of sel
fish pleasure should make her repent,
she went out quickly and dropped the
letter into the postoffice box.
Quixotic? Little Miss Raymond
was made that way. That was why
she had never succeeded in the stern
struggle of life.
She listened from her room next
evening, which was Saturday, to
hear Philip's step on the stairs. She
was dressed in the new suit, an un
warranted extravagance now and
waiting for him to take her to din
ner. Each paid for his own dinner.
That had been the first test of their
comradeship and he had always re
' spected her independence.
But when he came leaping up she
felt her heart beating so tumultously
that she could hardly speak for fear
I of betraying herself.
L "Wonderful news, Claire!" he cried,
W shaking her hands in rapture. "You
can't even guess it. 111 tell you after
dinner. Not before or during dinner
after! And you'll be so happy for
my sake when you knpw."
They went out to the little Italian
place where they had dined so often,
and, during the repast of many
courses little Miss Raymond watched
his happy face in mute sorrow. She
felt that this was the beginning of the
end of their frtendsmp.
After dinner he drew the typewrit-1
' ten letter from his pocket and read ?
it to her. An anonymous person,
who had the gravest reasons for do-
ing so, wished to bestow the sum of
$3,000 upon him. That sum had been
deposited in a certain bank to his
account and he was asked to make
no attempt to discover the identity
of the sender. f
He had been to the bank and the
money was there. The manager had
told him that the mysterious depos-
itor was a woman; she had explained f
to him that she wished to remain un- i
known to him. The manager knew i
nothing of her, but he had accepted '
the money subject to an investiga-'
tion of Philip's record. So the money
was as good as his. i
"And after this I am going to pay i
the bill every Saturday night," said
Philip gleefully.
And he began telling her all about
his plans; how he could get a part-
ner to go in with him to a similar
amount, and of the tiny factory that
he was planning, with success as-f
suced and a prosperous life. They lin-1
gered in the restaurant until every
one else was gone and the sleepy i
waiters eyed them resentfully, and
thn they walked home together and
Philip was still talking.
"And of course I shall move from t
here," he said, as they stood before
the rooming house altogether. "It
have got a little fiat already planned J
and Clairs, I want to tell you some-
thing. There is the sweetest, dearest I
girl in the world whom I am going to
ask to share it with me. I have never
told you of her."
"No," answered Claire Raymond i
quietly. He was too eager to see the ..
clutch she gave at her heart, and sher
was glad of that. f
"And then," she said, with a trem-1
ulous little laugh. "I suppose our
long friendship will be ended."
"Well, of course, things will be dif-'
ferent," he admitted, "but I-hope we'
shall see a good deal of each other,
Claire." -
"I hope so," she answered mechan-

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