The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1906-04-10
The
Millionaire's
Honeymoon

49, iNbiICN bhS BOliSSLldhs WhO
been praying for hours for that door
to open.
Inside there was fresh sawdust on
the floor, the urn was steaming, and
there was a smell of hot whisky. 1t
was the atmosphere of luxury to the
stragglers who wandered in.
A woman was among the little
crowd, though not of them. Some
trace of better days, of gentility, diff
ferentiated her. But she was falling
into the lowest pit. This was the
first time she had ever entered sa-
loon and called for drink.
1t was gin she ordered-a large
gin-and she gulped it down hot.
When she emerged into the street
her worldly wealth amounted to a
nickel and a cent. She had that cent
long time, for she had kept 1t for
luck. And when the nickel was
spent she would still have the penny
and the same luck.
The previous day her landlord had
sued her for arrears of rent. She
had gone to the court and told her
story.
They gave her a quarter and said
something about making inquiries.
She did not know what they meant;
but she knew she had 25 cents and
| that she was hungry. She was al
ways hungry, but she had not always
a quarter. She went straightway
and spent Is cents in one fell swoop
in one riotous Lucullan orgiel
What a feast 1t was!
After 1t she crawled back stated to
her garret, cast her sewing aside,
! and slept. She awoke in the early
morning, shivering, and recourse to
| liquor--to something fiery and po-
tent-suggested itself. Now she was
going again to her garret, without a
warmth of the alcohol in her veins.
Was she still dreaming when there
camc a knock at the door and a
beautiful woman in a rustling gown
stepped anxiously toward her bed?
You are Mrs. Albert Forshaw?"
she said, touching her on the shoul-
der How you frightened me, lying
there so still"
The woman rose from the bed. No,
| 1t was not dream.
81 read of your case in the pa
! pers," the visitor went on, "and, oh,
how glad l am to be able to help
| you! In this envelope are five 95
notes, and here Is some loose silver.
| This is a letter to O dressmaker who
! will give you work. No. don't thank
me. Mine Is the blessing to be able
to give-to help. How easily might
! fate have ordained that you should
! be in my place and / in yours. Then
you would have done something to
help me, wouldn't you?"
She laughed brightly, with tears
| glistening in her eyes. 1t was good
to look upon her.
Good by! / shall hear how you
| get on through my dressmaker."
The. room seemed to go suddenly
| dark. She had gone. The rumble
of carriage wheels came up from
| the street below.
1t was early morning at sea, and
| sunbeam and breeze waged friend
| ly contest as to which could be the
pleasanter. Gilbert Rhode Jeans, a
tall alert figure in white ducks, stood
on the deck of the great liner, taking
| a dose, as he said, of the tonic of the
scene,
"I'll give the prize to the breeze"
7 he remarked to the woman who
leaned gently on his arm.
He gazed at her with proud admir-
alton.
You are really happy, Beatrice?"
Really, really"
In the bright morning light it was
! easy to guess their ages. Hers you
would have fixed at twenty-five, his
at forty-two. They had been married
a week and were on their honeymoon
trip to America. He was British
millionaire.
In the glow of hot afternoon sun
the same day they lounged on deck
chairs. He was reading from a note
book.
"And all these are your retain
ers?" he asked.
"Yes."
VINO is Marcelle brunleref quite
a romantic name"
''She is millineT who would have
died but for a fortunate accident.
She was wrongly arrested for theft,
and her whole story came out"
Sure 1t was wrongly"
"Yes. A case of mistaken iden-
tity. 1t was fully proved"
And Hester Gwynne? Another
pretty name"
In brief chapter heads she re-
counted her story, too, and that Of
half dozen others whose names ap-
peared in the book, He kept turn
ing over the leaves and calling them
out.
"What a host of them" he COM
mented. Surely you don't act as
banker to them all?"