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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 15, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By Victor Redcliffe
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"Who is she?"
"Mrs. Barnahetta Burgoyne."
"She is the mosCbeautiful woman
I have ever seen," pronuonced
Wayne Blatchford, only a humdrum
law clerk, but artistic, temperamen
tally poetic, and,- therefore, suscep
tible to strong impressions.
He had paused in a casual stroll
through the little inland city of Wal
tham to observe the occupant of a
modest but expensive automobile.
The car was standing at the curb, its
chauffeur evidently having been sent
on some mission to one of the stores
cn this, the principal street of the
town. A young lady sat in a some
what rigid pose, her face statuesque
in its classic beauty. What struck
Blatchford was that, while to ordi
nary eyes this superb figure would
have suggested the cold hauteur of
an aristocrat, seeking the depths of
her eyes he noted a hidden trace of
sadness, subtle, ineffable.
More than that, he discovered that
while humble passersby bowed to her
with infinite respect, those in passing
automobiles of higher social prestige
either greeted her not at all or with a
scant civility, and the lips of the
peerless creature fluttered tremu
lously at the fact, as though she felt
deeply the contempt or obluquy ex
pressed. Then the chauffeur returned and
the automobile sped away, leaving
Blatchford like one in a passing
trance. He aroused himself with' an
effort. '
"Buygoyne?" he repeated vaguely.
"Where have I heard that name he
fore? Ah! I fancy an old historical
Wayne Blatchford did not meet the
young lady again during the next two
days, but he did not forget her. Then
his interest in her was revived by a
r'ranee circumstance. He was
strolling through the beautiful ceme
tery at the edge of the. city one after
noon, when he observed a high, mas
sive shaft bearing the name "Bur
goyne." Again it suggested some
thing he had forgotten, but the sim
ilitude once more escaped him.
The imposing shaft bore a lengthy
legend. It detailed, the services to
his country and to his city 'of Wil
liam Burgoyne, ranking brigadier in
"Williston" Ah, a Clue, a Vital Sug
gestion. the army and mayor of Waltham. It
expanded on .his integrity and pub
lic and private charities.
Then, aroused to sheer amaze
ment, Blatchford traced a brief and
obscurclegend on a low, flat slab of
marble placed at the remote edge of
the same burial lot, for it read.'Wil
liston, son of William Burgoyne
r. .. r- : ft' A

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