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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 02, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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her to see us," said the rich man's
wife as they parted.
Leila Evans' beauty and copper hair
was the sensation of Mrs. Van Tre
vor's afternoon. The girl had been
married six months. She had run
away from a wealthy home in Cardiff
to go to America with the little Welsh
man, Those six months had been of
unmitigated hardship. Her illusions
of happiness in the new world were
shattered. She loved her husband
but she hated the sordid barrenness
of life in furnished lodgings. The
visit to the Van Trevors had opened
up a new vista of life for her.
She clung to Evans' arm as they
left the house together.
"Dear," she said, "Mrs. Van Trevor
had asked me to come to the house
every day to act as her secretary.
What do you think of it? She is go
ing to pay me $25 a week!"
Evans was overcome by emotion,
"They are splendid people, Leila," he
.said. "Who would have thought wer
'should find such good friends in New
York? It lookk like a prosperous fu
ture for us, doesn't it, dear?"
He held her tightly as they went
down the street together. A radiant
vision of the future danced before
them. Together they were earning
?65 a week. Evans could go through
the seminary without the degradation
of menial labor, graduating, perhaps,
to take a well-paying church in the
metropolis through Van Trevor's
Elsie Van Trevor and her husband
sat together in their drawing-room
after the guests had gone.
"What do you think of them?"
asked Van Trevor.
"She's dear," said Elsie, "She's too
gpod for that little shrimp. Too good
'Poor little devil!" said Van Trevor.
''He told me he's saving up for an op
eration on his ear. He says it's likely
to prove serious some day if he does
"not have It-done.''
"he's too good for him," his wife
repeated, following her train of
thought, "I don't see how she came1
to marry him. If I have any chance
I'm going to open her eyes. Why he
isn't even a gentleman, dear,"
Elsie Van Trevor had gone to their
bungalow at the seashore and taken
her secretary with her. The little
Welshman was cataloguing the books
in the library alone.
Hq missed his wife greatly. It was
their first separation. Somehow, he
felt that Mrs. Van Trevor's sudden
friendship for Leila boded ill for them
both. But Leila had been crazy to go ;
there were to be house parties and all
sorts of gaiety and later Evans was
to be invited for a day or two.
Somewhere a bell bad been ringing
furiously all the morning, The little
Welshman wondered where it could
be. He threw up the window and
looked out. Suddenly a violent pain
Shot through his head as if a knife
had pierced him. The bell was in his
own head. And the pain was stab
bing without cessation.
He screamed with the agony of it
He tried to stagger across the room,
collapsed and moaned upon the floor.
He saw Van Trevor standing over
him, a look of fear in his eyes. Then
through a period of unconsciousness
he grew to a dim realization of the
jolting ambulance, 'the hospital, the
white-capped nurses, and the sicken
ing stench of the ether cone.
He opened his eyes to find himself
in a bed in the hospital. His head
was swathed in bandages,
"You'll do finely now," the nurse
said, and he opened his eyes a sec
ond time to see Van Trevor at his
"How are you, my dear chap?" he
asked. "By George, that was touch
and go, but the surgeon says you're
all right now."
"You haven't told my wife?" asked
Evans weakly,

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