Sad But True
Bvening in Chicago. The lake beating a nwinnnrcras tattoo m the lonely shore. A great house in the sQent street, witb the wind howling outedde. The yotmg Coant of New York whisperiag sweet somethings to the lovely Lady Northside infriflft. "Dear lady," he eayi in tremnloo tones, "I have known you only a short time, trat love is not a slave of time ar drcnrustance, and, lady mine, I- I"- ' he hesitated only an instant, "IwonM ask your hand." She blushed and let her beantefnl brown eyes fall. He picked them up qnickly and handa them to her, as she said: "What yon ask is very great, der Eeginald, and" But Reginald was gone. And Lady Northside was oonveiaing to herself. On the outside the coant halted. "By Zucks!" he eiclaimed, in cold, mechanical tones, "she thought I was askir.g for her foot." And the next moment he had
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