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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 23, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By John Elkins
(Copyright, 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
Cedric Shaw was intently watch
ing the girl across the room. Some
times the swaying dancers in the ho
tel ballroom came between him and
her; but always his gaze went back
persistently to the bright, animated
face of the young woman who stood
talking with an elderly lady. The
first thing that had attracted him
was the absence of the painted lips
and cheeks, which he saw on almost
all of the young girls present Next
to take his attention was the pretty
dancing gown, which unlike the oth
ers covered her back and came above
the shoulders and around in a be
coming line.
The young man could not have
been called "straight-laced" or old
fashioned, but a certain fine respect
for womanhood, which had been
carefully instilled in him by his
mother, felt a kind of repulsion at
the artificially covered faces and the
too scantily covered forms of the
girls he met in .society everywhere.
He felt that this girl must be differ
ent, and as he watched her face his
conviction grew. He determined to
know her and started out to see if
he could find some one to introduce
Finally he accomplished his ob
ject and soon found himself guiding
Miss Burt through the mazes of the
dancers. Yes, decidedly Miss Burt
was "different. It was not long be
fore Shaw's heart began to give curi
out but unmistakable evidences( of
being considerably off its normal
He managed to get an invitation
to call, which was not exactly diffi
cult, since Miss Burt was quite as
anxious that he should ask as he was
to get the permission. If the truth
must be told she was at the same
time experiencing something like the
same alarming symptoms the young 1
man was suffering. She had not an
alyzed her reasons for being attract
ed; she simply knew that she was.
As these things are happening every
second among mortals on this globe
it seems a waste of time to inquire
Elva Burt lived alone in a "fur
nished room" in the big city. The
bed masqueraded as a couch during
the day and a screen covered the sta-
He Lights a Bit of Paper So's He Can
Look Better
tionary washstand. She made it look
like a sitting room, and the house
was clean and resectable, if. not
fashionable. Still she felt a slight
qualm at receiving the stranger in
her humble quarters. He seemed to
her hke a man used to good society,
one used to mingling with cultured
people in refined surroundings. In
this supposition she was right. The
mother of Cedric Shaw had belonged.

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