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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 09, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Mary Bream
Mrs. Emily Hilton laughed in an
embarrassed way. """Wait till Bessie
comes home from her finishing
school," she said. "Then, Mr. Ray
mond, you will appreciate us more."
It really was embarrassing, for
Mrs. Hilton, at 38, was still an un
commonly prety woman. Her hus
band had been dead for five years.
He had left her an annuity of $1,200,
which was ample for the village, and
one daughter, now 18 years old.
George Raymond was 35. He had
settled in the little place a year be
fore and opened a law office, which
was nourishing, as law offices do in
country villages where litigous rich
men exist. And Mrs. Hilton was con
scious against her will that she was
falling in love with a man three or
four years her junior.
He was a frequent visitor at the
Hilton home, but he had never met
Bessie. And Mrs. Hilton was deter
mined that he should never tell her
hec ared for her until he had at least
nietthe girl.
In due time Bessie came home,
ready for the game of life, her pret
ty head full of shallow nonsense. She
was a blonde, in striking contradis
tinction to her mother. She was
frivolous, joyous, and altogether in
sincere. But what is insincerity in the bal
ance with youth and freshness? Mrs.
Hilton found herself, to her horror, a
rival with her daughter for the young
man's affection. And, what both
troubled and yet pleased her trou
bled her as a woman and pleased her
as a mother George Raymond was
undeniably becoming infatuated with
She watched the progress of the
little affair, and, if she was unselfish
enough to be glad for Bessie's sake,
for George was a man of standing
in the community already, she was
sorry for his. Iu time he would dis
cover what she .herself had long
known, that there was not an unsel
fish thought in her daughter's empty
head. However, as things were go
ing, she was simply being swept down
the current! and she could detect a
sort of filial respect in the way
George spoke to her.
Bessie's callers were numerous,
girls and young men. It was on a
particular moonlight evening, when
Bessie and a girl friend were munch-
Caught Her Breath
ing chocolates together in the little
summer house, that Emily Hilton was
an unwilling hearer of what passed.
She had not meant to listen, but,
when she began to overhear she re
mained rooted to the spot in strong
"My dearest Tess, I have not the
slightest intention of marrying
George Raymond," said Bessie.
'But everybody thinks you, are go
ing to," protested her friend, helping
heiself from the bos.

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