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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 06, 1915, GARMENT WORKERS' SPECIAL EDITION, Image 20

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, meant to turn away, instead of which,
to his surprise, he found that he was
standing nearer to her than he had
ever stood before. And, as his arms
went groping blindly for some mys
terious purpose he found that they
had closed about her and were hold
ing her fast. The harder he tried to
escape her, the more tightly he held
The girl made no attempt to es
cape, but continued smiling. "What
is it?" he whispered. And suddenly
the realization came to him.
"It's the poison the love virus!"
he exclaimed.
The girl nodded. She nodded so
hard that her wealth of hair came
tumbling down from under the hid
eous hood. He caught a strand be
tween his fingers and pressed it to his
"What am I doing? Why am I do
ing this?" he cried. "Is it is it the
She nodded again. "It begins that
way," she answered.
"What a curious disease," said the
young man, thoughtfully. "Do you
know, I don't believe I shall really
mind being exiled with you on our
island. Of course, a woman's com
pany is apt to prove tedious. One
doesn't expect the same intellectual
companionship that a man's company
affords. And then, I don't know that
I shall have very much to say to you.
But you will be useful for cooking
my meals, and sometimes I will tell
you things, and "
The girl for the first time uttered a
hearty laugh. The young man seem
ed in a daze. He passed his hand
across his forehead.
"As I was saying," he resumed, "it
will be delightful helping each other
in the little things of the day, and in
the evenings we'll sit and chat by the
camp fire and compare notes and ex
periences "
The silvery ripple of her mirth
seemed to fill the room. Again the
young man was struck silent
"Why are you laughing at me?" he
cried at length. "Don't you want my
devotion. Don't you want me to wait
on you, to learn from you, to sit at
your feet as your slave? Is there
somebody else you prefer? I can
hardly wait for the boat to arrive
I I I I believe I love you. Is this
"Yes, this is love," said the girl.
"How do you know? Do you love
me? Do you feel the virus?"
"No," she answered, thoughtfully.
"I am sure now that I am immune
against it I didn't tell those old pro
fessors, but all women are."
"Why? Why? Why?" shouted
the young man.
"Because, you see," she answered,
"we have known all about it all the
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Mrs. Harrison Monroe Brown is
the new president of Illinois Equal
Suffrage ass'n and she'll direct the
political activities of 2,000,000 voting
women for the next year. As Illinois
is the eastern outpost of suffrage she
is the most "eastern" of the eleven
suffrage state presidents. Her home
is in Peoria, HI,
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