The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-02-06
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he was only Sadie's long felt want;
a man of little or no individualism,
cast iron in manner, to be broken
but not bent, but with just enough,
for her purpose, of the sentiment,
peculiar to young nations, that enters
more or less into American charac-
ter.
He is totally ignorant of bridge,
thinks gambling sinful, abhors rae
ing, and is odiously polite" she con-
fided with heaving bosom into her
Doctors cold, calculating ear" "He
calls her Jesuit in disguise and
chuckles. He says he comes from
Montana, but"-appalled-"he must
be an Englishmani"
Grim-featured Falcon, whom she
had trained to stand on his hind
legs a la DR.. Johnson's dog, gave
her complete satisfaction. Mystery
stalked a-tiptoe. Shade of Boccac-
clio, we are burning expensive in
cense!" and so it was plotted.
In the midst of his petty hustlings
rushing in, rushing out, between
intervals of browsing" in his lib
rary; sudden gusts of passion that
compelled him to dance attendance
up to the very doors of society, there
to hand Mrs. Biggerslake out os
the automobile, bow, twiddle his
mustaches, and betake himself off;
moon-struck periods during which
he gaped like the mouth of Hades,
swallowing his wifes little sins of
omission and commission that came
flying in his face from all directions
-CCaesar's wife!" he whispered to
himself)-in the midst of all this,
with hints and warnings thrown
clean over his head by well-meaning
enemies, and muddy insinuations
cast by friends falling from his un-
stained heart, Cyrus Biggerslake,
running out of his library one sum-
mer's day, bubbling over with i'm
portance, fell plump against Death
and Tragedy in grim procession
passing through the hall.
Picture the poor little man, with
arms flung aloft and blanched face,
wobbling note of interrogation!
DR.. Falcon, pale and bloody, tread
ing by the stretcher, gazed solemnly
at him, finger to lip. Friends and
servants held him back, to hold him
up a minute later, when the conclu-
sive word, fitting on breathless
wings from tongue to tongue, fiut-
tered at last within his ear and
sucked his senses from him.
Judge then of the stir among the
brethren of the pen when one blaz-
ing October forenoon Cyrus Biggers-
lake whirled down Market street in
his automobile like tornado, urg-
ing his mahout to slay and spare not
the already outraged speed regula-
ton, and with waving arms and
specimen oaths from Montana, dart
ed under the brandished police
batons, and turned the corner into
Montgomery street on two wheels.
The fraternity resurrecting thel,
features from foaming schooners,
Ireal or imaginary, streaming in
frantic pursuit, found the chariot
indeed-the mahout painting expla-
nations to the scandalized majesty
of law-but within the building,
whittier he had fed, an elevator boy,
scared by his frantic appearance,
shot their object skyward like a
rocket from their upturned eyes and
lolling tongues.
Elijah leaves us his MANTLE ~
quoth brother, diving onto an en-.
velope addressed to Biggerslake in
a feminine hand. The pack pricked
ears and surged. But excitedly torn
apart the envelope was found toscon.
tain-nothing.
Silas Moran, chewing a choice
Trinidad over the mornings mail
nearly bolted it whole at his friends
cyclonic advent. Sinking into G
spadded elbow chair in the lawyers
sanctum, Cyrus could only toss hi.
hands and jerk about: my wife
my wife" putting noisily. Moran
recovered himself, discarded the eli
gar, and waited in curious patience
"Yes, my dear old friend" he sale
at last soothingly, "the loss of YOU
good wife must be terrible griel
to you, but"
Good wife!" shrieked Cyrus, sud
denly recovering his breath. "Goot
wife indeed! She's not dead, Silas
The whole thing was a put-up job
She's gone off with Falcon. Jeerl
at me from Los Angeles"
His voice broke into scream. ant
he threw his limbs about like rude
ly handled jointed doll.
Keep quiet! Be calm!" deto
mated Moran In the voice that ha