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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 09, 1916, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By George Munson
The boy looked at the beautiful
woman upon the sofa before him,
seated resplendent' -hv her evening
gown, and his heart swelled with ela
tion. It was the great moment in a
boy's life; Charles Ames had won
the love of Delia Gray.
And that he was 24 and she 30 did
not move him from his resolution to
hold her to her promised word and
never let her go.
The pursuit had been a long one.
At first she bad laughed at him, she
had striven hard in the net. but at
24 one has the resolute ardor of
youth and at last she knew that
there was no way of escape for her.
She loved as she had never loved in
all her checkered life before.
She promised to be his wife, and
knew at the same time that the
dream was impossible. What would
Hardwick Ames say when he learned
that his millions were to become the
property of an adventuress?
"Till death!" said the boy as he
kissed her at parting, in the way
boys speak.
Delia Gray was not surprised to
receive a visit from the millionaire
the following afternoon. It was only
half a mile from his mansion across
the park to her flat, though a whole
world separated them.
Delia was pleasantly surprised at
the appearance of her visitor. She
had pictured Hardwick Ames as a
different sort of man, not the pol
ished gentleman who stood before
"Won't you sit down, Mr. Ames?"
she asked nervously.
He took his seat near her and
studied her intently. "How old are
you, Miss Gray?" he asked abruptly.
"Thirty," she answered, feeling that
in the coming battle of wits lies were
"And my son has known you?"
"Two months." She twined her
slim fingers nervously. "I refused
him many times."
"Yes. You do not work, I believe."
"I have a small competence."
"From your late husband?"
"Yes," she answered defiantly. "I
took my maiden name again. Many
divorced women do that"
"And Charles my son knows all
this, of course? I see he does. And
She Began to Pack
that you were not the injured party."
"Yes, he knows everything," she
cried. "Have you men, you immac
ulate men of the world, no under
standing of what life-may sometimes
do to a woman who trusts it too
He twisted his mouth to hide the
sense of the theatrical in her words.
"Yes," he said quietly. "I have no de
sire to harry you. But my Son is 24."

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