Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1902-11-01
HOW SCANDAL GROWS.
How Story Gain. In Size, Like a
Rolling SNOWFALL.

| HOW SCANDAL GROWS.
How a Story Gains In Size, Like
Rolling SNOWFALL.
| Mr.. Jones is a solemn gentleman with
a pessimistic view Of life in general and
his neighbors' actions in particular. He
looks sad in pleased sort Of way as he
speaks to his wife across the breakfast
| table.
| Mr.. Jones-It Is really too bad how
that young Ferguson is going on. Only
married a few months and his wife Is
such nice girl. Poor little woman!''
Mrs. Jones with eager interest)-
What has he been doing? I have al
ways had my suspicious of him, but, of
course, have said nothing.
Mr.. Jones (attacking his omelet)-
Why when I went down last night to
the board meeting, Ferguson was on the
same train and alone. He was BEAM
ing in the most undignified way, like
schoolboy out on lark. When came
home, I passed one Of the theatres just
as it let out, and caught glimpse of
Ferguson sailing away with stunning
ly dressed woman-most devoted, too.
They were on their way to supper, for
watched them turn into a cafe.
Mrs. Jones (ecstatically)-The wretch!
And suppose poor Carla was sitting
patiently at home waiting for him, or
else crying her eyes out! It's disgrace
full! I'll wager she wishes now she had
married Mr.. Raymond instead, even II
he is old enough to be her father!
SCENE 2.
Sitting room of Mrs. Smith. She is al
most touching heads with her caller,
Mrs. White.
Mrs. Smith-What! You haven't
heard? Why, that young man Fergu-
son Is treating his wife horribly, and
she Is so brave about It. Poor thing;
goes out just the same and never once
drops her pretty smile. He is infatu-
ated with another woman-takes her to
theatres and wine suppers and Is out
every evening in the week. Mrs. Jones
| i
bitterly regrets her mistake in not TAX
ing that nice Mr.. Raymond instead. OF
course, he Is dull, but then he would
not have neglected her. Oh, these
young men!"
| Mrs. White-I always did feel that
he wasn't to be trusted"
| SCENE 3.
Mrs. White has three women to
luncheon.
Mrs. White-And so Carla has reach
ed the limit Of her endurance! She's
going to get divorce and marry Mr..
Raymond-he was deperately in love
with her before she made the mistake
Of marrying Ferguson and has jumped
at the chance. admire her spirit,
though hate to see home broken up.
1t serves Ferguson just right. I only
wonder why she delays leaving him
and going back to her father. ~
Chorus Of Women-Yes, isn't 1t odd?
Poor child, what an unhappy experience
for her-and how she keeps her trou
bles to herself.
| SCENE 4.
The home of the Fergusons. Carla
and her husband are contentedly sitting
by the reading lamp cutting magazines.
Ferguson (suddenly)-Say, dear, you
know my new fall hat-the one went
down on the train ahead Of you to buy
the evening we took In the theatre last
week? Well, I've splashed ink on 1t.
Can you clean It?
Carla-Yes, certainly. You look so we'll
in that hat, Dick. I was proud Of you
when you came to meet me at the sta
tion. Say, what on earth do you sup
pose ails all the women know? They
have gazed at me with tears In their
eyes the last few days and patted me
on the shoulder. Today Mrs. Jones
said I could always rely on her and
there were plenty of others to back me
up.
Ferguson (amusedly)-Search me.
Why don't you ask 'em?
She does, and Ferguson, coming
home next evening, is swamped with
hysterical torrent Of speech, in which
inoffensive Mr.. Raymond, "gossipy,
horrid women" corruscating wrath and
choking laughter are inextricably min
gled.
Ferguson (after three distinct at
tempts to speak his mind, which end IN
failures)-And there's absolutely moth
ing we can do to convince people it's un-
true! Carla, come weep on the shoulder
of your villainous husband-and let's us
to the theatre to ebrate!'-Chicago
Daily News.