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Show Extract From a Chicago Novel. Spring had come, and ss Gladys went to the door a gust of summer breeze, laden with sleet and snowflakes, blew in. She shuddered a little as she saw the November rain pouring on the heaped heap-ed up snowbanks, above which June roses were blooming. When evening had come and the moon poured a blinding flood of mellow light over the scene, she set out for a walk in the warm garden, her bare shoulders gleaming through a thin wrap of Spanish Span-ish laca Yes, Reginald de Mont-Courcy was there. But as 6he saw him she gave a shriek of horror, and with a convulsive con-vulsive gesture that threw her mantle to the ground murmured: "Ah, Reginald, Reginald, why are yon so rash, wearing that heavy sealskin seal-skin cap on a night so hot as this and having nothing but thin slippers to protect pro-tect your feet from the snow and ice of the sidewalks?' ' Chicago Record. |