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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 30, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Alice E. Ives
Whitbeck had just experienced two
shocks. He sat back in his office a
trifle paralyzed from the effects and
endeavored to collect himself in or
der to meet the situation. Mary "War
ren, his stenographer, the most relia
ble, painstaking and capable one he
had ever had, was not at her post. In
stead he found a letter mailed the
night before, in which she regretted
she had been obliged to leave at such
short notice, but she had unexpec
tedly been called out of town, and
would he engage some one else, as
she might not return
He looked at the pile of unopened
letters to which she had been wont
to attend with such businesslike dis
patch and sighed. Then he found he
was thinking of the pretty brown
head of shining hair, the white neck
and neat blouse that were always
bent over those letters. In fact, all
the correspondence on that desk
seemed to have faded into nothing
ness in comparison to the awful void
left there by the vanished figure
who had sat there, Somehow her
presence had lifted the office out of
the sordid commonplace into which
it now relapsed.
It was at this point that Whitbeck
experienced his second shock. Why
was he letting such thoughts take
possession of him unless great
heavens! He had never suspected it!
But it was true! He loved her! He
wanted her! He was going to bring
her back if he could. He set the tel
ephone going; but no one at the
rooming house where she had lived
knew where she had gone. She had
left no address;
Whitbeck remembered Miss War
rn had a brother in New York. But
i vs like looking for the prover
bial ii-dle in the hay mow. Never
theless he tried inserting "personals"
in the metropolitan papers, which
mt wil4.BQ response. Then Whit
beck set to wondering why the girl
had so mysteriously disappeared. No
matter how he fought against it, he
had finally to force himself to believe
there must have been a man in the
case, one whom she loved, or held
lover her some power which she
could not resist. It was either that
or but that she had gone any evil
way was unthinkable. Gradully he
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was effacing her from his mind." The
new stenographer's slight attempts
at being flirtatious were frowned
upon and J. P. Whitbeck, attorney,
attended strictly to business.
One day in tne GFand Central sta
tion in New York, where he had just
left his train, he set down his valise
in a crowd near a news stand while
he bought a paper. Hurriedly picking
up the valise he rushed through the
jostling crowd to catch a subway
train to Brooklyn. He had business
there which would keep him several

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