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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, April 16, 1917, NOON EDITION, Image 18

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By Walter Joseph Delaney
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"I have something serious to say
to you, Phyllis."
There Ray Landis was halted ab
ruptly, for Phyllis Eastburn had
placed one of her pretty white fin
gers across his lips. Then, snatch
ing it away and flushing and paling
by turns, she lifted both shapely
hands to her pearly pink ears and
had him routed completely!"
"I won't hear it!" she cried defi
antly. "J know what it is that is, I
mean we are the very best and jolli
est of friends, aren't we? Some oth
er time."
Ray shrugged his shoulders resign
edly. They were, indeed, good friends
and had been that, and only that, for
two years or more. Light-hearted
and gentle-spirited sprite 'that she
was, Ray sighed and realized it, and
deferred that "something serious"
he had to say, little dreaming the
true reason why Phyllis had acted so
For he was minded to tell her that
friends and busy-bodies, were speak
ing of their possible engagement,
and that, because he loved another,
a certain Nellie Warren, he wished to
have her understand his position.
Manly young fellow that he was,
pleasurable as was the company of
Phyllis, whom he adored in a broth
erly way, he felt guilty. Uncon
sciously they had drifted along, more
like two chums tha"h lovers. Perhaps
he had done wrong in monopolizing
her company, but enjoyed this mu
tual companionship so deligfitfully
that until just now he had .not ana
lyzed the injustice he might be doing
her. '
He would have been surprised
could he have looked into the secret
mind of the singularly sweet and er
ratic maiden. She had impelled si
lence because she had t eared a de
t'uuauou ox lovo. And u auowcr him
truthfully, she might break his dear,
good heart, she had girlishly decid
ed. For she loved Ray as a sister. As
to real love, that had not as yet come
into her innocent, buoyant life.
"Ah I by the way," she added, as
Ray turned to depart "there is
something I want you to. do."
"Yes?" he interrogated, with his
usual pleasant smile.
"You remember that calendar pos-
Sank to a Rustic Seat
ter we saw at Nellie Warern's home
last evening?"
Ray nodded assenlingly. He strove
to conceal some trepidation, for Nel
lie was the veritable idol of his souL
"WpII T want one I think the face
lin the picture is the most angelic 1

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