The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-02-06

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whose wife had strayed behaved lihy
you, the city would be an inferno"
The deserted husband controlled
himself with a great effort.
Listen. I'll read you her letter."
he said, pulling out the crumpled
communication whose erstwhile COW
ering at that moment reposed in q
dozen fragments in the pockets o,
the press.
"Then the coffin contained
interjected the lawyer.
Bricks" replied Biggersl
Bricks and my honor"
The phrase caught his fancy.
"Bricks and my honor" he Ts-
peated.
Already his passion was dying
from exhaustion; his future pose il
Illuminated the skyline of his thought.
The picture of grave. gray-haired
man who never smiled rose before
him, pacing slowly down the years
in lonely majesty. People would
hush their voices at his approach,
and whisper in compassionate re-
spect, "His heart is broken!" His
feelings were undertaking.
During the reading, executed in
mechanical monotone (the reader S
thoughts being engrossed in him
self, Moran, with his palms pressed
professionally together in the atti-
tude of prayer, wrinkled his brow
and pursed his lips unavailingly.
He failed entirely to discover what
was required of him. The letter
afforded him no clue. being simply
the senseless verbal vitriol Of a silly
woman, flushed with victory and the
spoils thereof, who, not content with
knocking her aversion down, must
needs return to infiict fresh torture
on the dazed victim. 1t seemed,
however, that in this case the hot
shot had gone astray. Cyrus Big
gerslake looked up at its conclusion
with an almost pleased expression
like baby.
"It is singular case" said Moran
goping for light. II believe"
"Stop!" interrupted his friend
scratching his head. II am trying
to think"
For nearly a quarter of an hour
Biggerslake sat bent in meditation
Moran followed him to the regions OF
thought, tracing circles in the air
with his index finger.
And so," said Cyrus, rising on a
sudden and stringing speech onto
wordless deliberations, 81 will say
goodby. Sorry to have troubled
you"
The formula begot its stereotyped
reply in Moran, more mystified than
ever, and before his brain could con.
troll the machine movements of his
tongue, Cyrus Biggerslake had gone
forth from his presence, the complete
martyr, leaving a faint odor of gaso.
line. The summoning of the auto
mobiles master was productive Of
great journalistic activity, and the
breeze of excitement even stirred the
wings of the Press Club albatross.
Those fatal fragments:
Presently the flaring Sunday edi
tions showed their heads. The late
Mrs. Biggerslake, the supposed vic
tim of an automobile accident, sworn
dead by her husband, certified dead
by DR.. Falcon, buried to all ap'
pearances, was alive, and living with
the aforesaid doctor at Los Angeles!
The city rocked with laughter.
go East" implored the martyrs
friends. But Cyrus would not
could not.
81 have lost Sadie" he said, "but
I will not lose San Francisco"
The fascination of Frisco held
him in thrall. The erect alert car
riage of the inhabitants, due to gaz
ing up at the Twin Peaks from one
end of Market street, and at the
"Spreckels column" and the Ferry
Building clock from the other, hat
his heart.
Leave Frisco? Never!
Ridiculous sentimentalist!" cried
his friends, and vanished.
1t must, then, have been senti
mentalism that took him periodically
to the cemetery with brillian
wreaths, and-arrived at the grave
"a torn soul. A stranger, in con
versation with one of the attendants
observing his abandonment of grie
at distance, inquired the circum
stances and the relationship of tn,
dead.
"Oh, he's bughouse," replied tht
man, contemptuously. Should b,
Napa for his. The graves empty
and so on, with the whole stor.
embellished and enlarged.
But Biggerslake, his fat bod.
shaken with sobs. hung his wreath
on the tombstone, oblivious, as ia
as might be, to the surroundin!
world.
Bricks and my honor" he gulped
sinking on one knee.
IN fact, Cyrus was quite happy
T. OBJ. Hubbard, in the San Fran
cisco Argonaut.
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