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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 29, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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And the next day I saw him. I had
known that we would meet and I had
planned to show my complete indif
ference to his persecutions. I re
solved to pass him without the faint
est sign of recognition, especially
after his brutal conduct in Flavin's.
We passed. I held my head high, but
Jack didn't notice me at all. He
g passed me asm were a stone, fos
W IMvpIv thp. man flefimed a brute, a
heartless., uncultured clod. What an
escape I had had!
Three or four days passed. I no
longer even looked at Jack. He
seemed to close his office the same
time Mr. Stevens did; but I always
took the other elevator. I think Sam,
the colored elevator man, understood
our antipathy, for he always smiled
so sympathetically at me, and looked
so sternly at Jack.
It was, I think, on the fifth evening
after Jack had rented the office that
a dreadful experience happened to
me. I bad been owrking late and
everybody had left the building or
nearly everybody. I was happy that
night because I knew that Jack could
.have gone home long ago. It must
have been 8 o'clock when I finally laid
aside my work, put on my hat and
went out
I pressed the elevator bell and Sam
came up. Just as I saw his grinning
face behind the grill who should
come along the passage but Jack! He
had been working late, too. I hesi
tated to believe that he had been
waiting for me just to persecute me.
He Stepped toward the elevator and
of course I stepped aside. "I'll take
the other," I said.
"Sorry, miss, but the other eleva
tor"a out of order," said Sam sympa
thetically. Well, there was no help for it I
entered this one and turned my back
on Jack, who got in and took the
other corner.
The elevator began to go very
slowly and jerkily and all at once It
stoDDed betwoen two floors. Sam
Jooked at me with a frightened face. J
"I guess we're stuck, miss," he,
said. 4
He tried and tried, but he could,
only move the elevator a few inches.
At last he said:
"I guess I could climb out on the
floor above and go down and fix it,!
miss," he said. "The lubricatingf
mechanism must have cast a shoe j
I mean a valve."
It seemed to me that he was re
peating those words by rote and did,
not know what they meant
Before I could utter a protest he
was scrambling to the floor above at
the imminent risk of breaking his
neck, leaving me alone with Jack. I
turned my back on him again and
hummed to show him I didn't care.
But it was a terrible situation. I
though of the days when we had been
engaged, before I became disillu
sioned about men, when Jack was all
the world to me, and before I knew it
I was crying.
Suddenly I felt Jack's arms about
f "Forgive me, sweetheart," he was
saying. "I love you awfully, dear.
Won't you let me put the ring back
And somehow, in spite of his in
famous treatment of me I had not
the strength to resist him. I just
lay in his arms.
"Jack," I sobbed, "who was (hat
dreadful person with you at Flav
in's?" "That?" inquired Jack. "Oh, you
mean Miss Partridge. Why, she's en
gaged to young Carson, you know.
Carson was delayed and so we chat
ted until he came along, just after
you went out She's a very' nice
"And how about me?" I flared up,
"You're the sweetest, dearest, nic
est " he began, in the most foolish
Somehow it only seemed a min
ute after I had let him put the ring
back before Sam reappeared. He en
tered the cage in the same way.

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