The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1908-10-05

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room. Never in his life before
- had this regulator of other men 5
lives been so thoroughly excited His
brain spun like the blades of an electric
fan and his body tried to follow the
same gyratlons. SO great was the news
he wished 70 transmit to Mrs. Barring
ton he could not speak distinctly
Mrs. Barringtons heart sank.
Good evening: good evening" he
spluttered. Pardon me, I am quite It
Of BREATH came right TO you as soon
as l heard the news
"It's all over" she said aside, awaiting
the explosion.
Never before in the whole course OF
my life did the telephone bring me such
a shock" he announced az he aimlessly
sorted the bundle OF letters and tele-
grams nc carried IN his hands.
Mrs harrington laughed just little
historically and replied; Yes. that's
the trouble with the telephone-its al
ways saying something II shou dn't say
I'm going to have our telephone taken
out entirely.
Il f-el as though 1 wanted to get on
o hilltop somewhere and scream
scream" The Doctors voice broke in
squeak rather than lusty yell he
desired so ardently to emit.
YES. could do little screaming,
too" said Mrs. harrington, soto voce.
+ a"I can scarcely realize the sign!ti-
canoe of the news" cried the exuber-
ant Doctor.
mo, of course motifs so difficult 10
be significant when you realize-t mea;
to realize'-- The widow was to-
nervous to think. The complication
were upsetting her. The Doctors r
marks were po!ntless to her, yet ST.
dared not ask for fuller exp anatio'
until he was ready to give It,
1T has absolutely made dihereu
man of me-" he shouted.
IT hope SOL mean. that's good
that's good; but. of course. Doctor. +
wasn't altogether my fault" She fal-
tered in her most bewitching manner,
NO. not altogether your fault, Mr.
remarked he doctor.
"Yes-oc course-I helpei-and l am
deeply 80 ry because She began
plea for forgiveness.
The doc or interrupted her He cried
sorry, Sorry! Why should YOU b.
sorry, yrs. Darlington? You have
helped great and glorious cause
Don't you know what has happened,
Don't you understand? My anti-bettinG
bill has passed the Legislature"
Your anti. Is that what you
learned" she family gasped. sinking
into a chair. Hurriedly she added
WAS that the only message thai
came over your telephone. Doctor?"
The only message! Isn't tina
enough?" he almost walled. DO yol
understand what It means to me? Thu
anti-betting bill has now become Law
think OF it. The dream OF my life
Not another dollar can ever be bet on {
race track in New York"
II am glad ! got mine to-day,
chuckled the widow.
II beg your pardonr The Docto
had not heard her Alright
Mrs. harrington twisted her remarl
into: II say. I'm glad it's been sucl
a fine day"
II was away from home all the after
noon. / went to the station TO see m.
friend off-the Rev. DIR. Lindsay"
'What?' was her startled question.
Yes. DIR. Lindsay has gone on n sum
mer vacation" blandly explained DR.
Woodhurst.
And is there nobody at the rectory |?
she asked. family.
"Oh, yes, yes. very fine man! TIL
Rev. DIR. Rabbit. from New Haven. II
will have charge until DIR, Lindsay get
back And do you know, Mrs. Barring
ton, by a strange coincidence the mo
ment I entered the house the telephon
rang-it was the long distance fror
Albany giving me the joyful news
Then the kilograms began to arrive
and I felt that the first one TO shar
my happiness must be you, Mrs. Bar
'Tington."
"Oh. Doctor, YOU are kindness itself,
she sweetly murmured.
As she spoke she heard the far
honk-honk of an automobile hori
Mrs. harrington breathed more freel,
young folk, she presumed, were no
safely on their way 10 New YORK q
Mr.. and Mrs. Woodhurst.
The venerable reformer pursued nj
ponderous explanations.
80 / picked up my kilograms an
rushed over to tell YOU all about II. b,
cause ! know how deeply YOU are II
terested. Do YOU mind II open som
OF these and read them7" he begged.
"Of couse not, ! wouldn't for world
do anything To mar your perfect hapD
ness" was her reply, as she went 10 m
window to catch sight OF the lights {
me auto
DIR. Woodhurst. Hempstead.' b
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