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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 28, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Viola Treherne Adams
Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
It was nothing to he a duke in
Mountphalia, Ned Vernon told Miss
Hazel Bridges the lirsk. time he was
introduced to her, and he begged her
not to be awed at the pretentious
"Call me Mr. Vernon, plain Ameri
can that," he pleaded with a laugh.
"Or better Ned."
Hazel flushed at the idea of such
familiarity. She could not be on her
dignity, however, with the bright
spirit at her side, ingenuous, a sham
hater, a beauty lover and he
showed it on the occasion vividly
who quite won her heart
"You see," explained Ned, "my fa
ther did some rare diplomatic work
for the prince of the little Bavarian
kingdom here and he was given a
dukedom all but the dom.' Duke
he was, but no perquisites or prop
erty. He nearly starved and when
he died he left me a hollow title. It
hangs to me with the students here
'Duke Edward.' I'm glad when I
can leave it and the memory behind
me. I've made enough to educate
myself and get back to real civiliza
tion. I suppose you'll be going home
to the United States, too, after this
term. If you ever meet me on Amer
ican soil promise that you won't trail
In the royal highenss feature!"
Hazel promised, with her happy,
mirthful smile, little dreaming that
within two months war would leap
forth from the shadows and drive
them like fugitives from the peaceful
burg where he was studying engi
neering and she music.
It was amid the first clangor of
arms that Ned Vernon said: "I love
you!" It was when alarm bells an
nouncing invasion were hoarsely
warning the people, that they were
married, in haste never to repent at 1
leisure, however. It was to the dread
echo of distant cannon that they
caught the last train for Paris.
It was at the gay capital that the
sour-visaged, crabbed-souled precep
tress, Madams Roscoff, left them,
feeling it her duty to cable to the
humble htte village of Merton, nes
tling among the peaceful hills of
Vermont, to plain, honest John
Bridges, Hazel's father, the brief
"Your daughter has married a
Savage and Wrathful
duke and is on her way home with
John Bridges was a wealthy man.
He and his wife lived in a handsome
mansion. They had moved from
Summerdale, 50 miles distant, never
telling Hael, antizcipating a pleasant
surprise for her when she came
home. When John Bridges read the
cablegram Mrs. Bridges fainted dead
"Married to a duke!" gasped hei;
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