Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-10
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MARCH 10. 1912

ceeded yet: Would you like to 60 West and
work IN Detroit"
ooh, could not think of it! My mother
would not want to leave New York.
HIN. | don't suppose you realize, he
ventured, that l am neck over heels in
love with you; that l was in love with you
the first day ever saw you.
"Oh." the girl gasped. She was frightened,
and blushed deep red. III don't Think
don't think you ought to speak to me like
that, Mr.. Daye-not in business hours. |
came down here to try and earn some money
in way that thought was honorable. [
think you are taking unfair advantage as
an employer"
- "Well perhaps | am, Rose; but we are
going to be friends Just the same, and we
are going to see more of each other, and l
am going to prove my case some day and
let you see that am a decent enough man
to deserve YOUR love- When | win that
wager of three hundred dollars tonight, in
stead of blowing the crowd, | am going to
salt it away in the bank toward home
ooh, Blub, you are wanted up in the
pressroom in hurry. Someone on the
long distance, a man interrupted.
A T seven that evening Daye attended
y dinner of the Automobile Club, and two
hours later rushed back to the Palace to
make final preparations for the sensational
wedding. At ten he sent Samson, one of the
staff, with a cab for the bride and groom.
Bulbs dismav can be imagined when San
son returned at eleven-thirty and said the
affair would have to be called off; for the
couple had backed out some two hours be-
fore, had got married privately, and skipped
to Paterson, New Jersey. Blub nearly went
crazy. He had assured all the newspaper
boys that the event was not to be take,
but would positively take place. Now he
would be branded as faker and hope:
lessly queered.
Blub retired to the screened off portion of
the BOOTH He threw his head and arms on
top of the desk, completely disgusted 1t
was too late now to hunt for substitutes.
The crowd was already gathered outside the
booth awaiting the grand performance.
President Somers had just arrived in New
York, and would be at the show in a few
minutes. Blub would receive an awful call
| ing down, and lose his three hundred-della
bet besides.
Then Rose Standisfrheardo Of Daye plight
She went to him and placed dainty hand
on his shoulder. "Mr. Daye,' she said, II
am so sorry. to hear that yot''h have fallen
down on this. | should really like to tell
you something; but you would misunder-
stand me- 1t is something that might be
we'll for sso,f toaknow; but-ofr, you would
misunderstood me dreadfulyH
go Ahead... Out with it! | won't mis-
understand you. Tell me plainly what it is,
he answered YEARLY.
dts this: Your failure tonight hurts me
as much as if does you. You do not know
how interested have been in all your clever
little stunts and triumphs this last week,
and in your work This afternoon you
said some things to me. Oh, Mr. Daye, it's
an awfully nervy thing for a girl to ask a
man to support her for life; but der-tle
circumstances, if thought could save the
day for you by an honorable marriage, I'd
marry you tonight much as [ hate the
publicity. It's an awful proposition to
make; but that's. how much love you,
Blub. Have YOU gothic nerve? ~Now'sdon't
misunder.'
"Rose! Do you mean it, Hey, Samson,
Culver, tell the doctor:to gel. ready! The
bride and groom have arrived! The veil is
upstairs. Rose; come up and get it on.
You're a GEM ~
WHEN the agony was over and the
w bride and groom had marched back to
the anteroom, President Somers rushed up
to the couple and congratulated them, for
their colossal nerve. He had been told some,
things about the bride, and his praise tosf1er
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