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Evening Star, Issue 19773, 25 January 1928, Page 1

They had only been married a week, and were still away on their honeymoon, that disastrous time of awakening for both parties to the wedding contract. “Now,” thought she, “is the time to make my little confession. Darling,!’ she whispered aloud, nestling closer against his shoulder, “ I have a secret to tell.” “ What is it, dear?” he demanded dotingl.v. “Can you ever forgive me for deceiving you, dearest? My left eye”—she hesitated coyly for a moment, then took the plunge—“my left; eye is made of glass.” “Oh,” he murmured, •with a sigh of relief, “don’t say any more about it,, dearest. So are the diamonds in your engagement ring! ” .