The Penn's Grove record., 1896-07-31

tlmly. i've lost my position by IL
flpps has discharged me-"
Winters looked at her and set his
eth. She looked at him and smiled.
Accidents will happen, you know"
nd she styled. "Can | be of any fur
her assistance. doctorY"
II think not" he answered.
She walked to the door. "Good-by,
Finters." she said. without turning
.er head. Noiselessly she opened the
ioor.
Winters dropped on his knees beside
lis wife. "Well?" he in~terrogated, look
ng up at the doctor.
Unless there's an internal hemor
rbage. she's all right. l think, though,
she'll pull through. Have some one
ring for an ambulance. She'll be better
at a hospital than at home"
Young Morgan walked into the ladies'
cafe at the saloon around the corner.
Anita Cortez was sitting at a table.
She looked handsomer off than on the
stage.
LOU re tdte, sac Shius
YES" he answered. 1.-THE manager
Kept me here making me promise not to
use the stery-it would hurt the show.
And SO l promised. though the city edi-
tor would kill nae II he knew ! had the
story and didn't use 1t. What will yeu
have to drink7"
I'm not hungry" she answered
Another thing-I didn't ask you here
to eat and drink. I want to tell you a
story. Once upon a time-that's the
way all nice stories begin, you know
oh, but this isn't a nice story at all, so
1t must begin differently. Once there
was a dancer, and she Joined a bur-
lssque company. There was a man in
it, a comedian, whom she knew some
years before. But they had Certain rea-
SOM for not allowing other people to
know this, so he treated her as coolly
as she treated him-that is, when any,
n was looking"
"Ah, Iisee now" said Morgan.
"No. you don't. my dear boy. Let me
continue. This comedian was married
to one Of the chorus giris-had been
married recently, too. This hurt the
other woman's pride, for the man had
sworn his love for her long before he
had met the pretty blonde. But she
didn't want the man now. She was too
proud and she had also outgrown her
liking or loving, call 1t what you will.
See that table by the door? Well, three
days ago the comedian came In here af-
ter the matinee. The other woman-well,
| was the other woman-was sitting at
that table alone. No one else was in
the room. He came over to me and
begged me to leave the company. His
wife was jealous of me. Women grow
jealous intuitively. 1 refused to leave
the company. He got on his knees to
beg me. Just then entered his wife.
She marched up to the table, called me
every vile name in the calendar, and
before l had an inkling of what she In
tended to do she slapped my face. l
was on my feet In an instant, but Win
tiers came between us and got his wife
downstairs. / swore I'd be even with
her. and l have been"
"But," said Morgan, off you'll pardon
me saying so. don't you think she was
justified in slapping your facef
Anita Cortez laughed.
what a guileless boy you 'aref" she
said. "Ill tell you another story-a
shorter one. Suppose a man marries a
woman and in six months tires of her
and leaves her to starve. Then suppose
he marries another woman Il year or SO
afterward. Wife No. 2 finds her hus-
band with Wife No. 1 and slap's No.
is face. Now, legally. If there was
any slapping to be done the first wife
should have the right. wouldn't she?
Well, the first wife didn't slap-she
stabbed. Win you kindly help me CD
with my oak?"-Footlights.