Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-10-14
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Well" she gasped, and now the
throaty contralto was merged into
cultural snarl, ridiculously akin to an
angry cats. well! OF all the cheap
tight-wads l ever struck! Think you
can backtrack me, do you? Well. you
lose! I'm married TO him all right,
and I'm not giving him up in hurry.
You try to butt in, and you'll find
yourself in a hundred thousand alien
alton suit. Oh. l know my rights,
and no up-country Rube's going to skin
me out of 'em. You old bunch of
grouchiness. And to think they let
you boss things in this jay town of
yours! Why, in New York you'd
never get nearer Broadway than
Tenth Avenue, and you couldn't even
boss red light precinct. My Gawd!
I'll have to keep it dark about my
coming to hole like this or my
friendsnl think I've been playing a
ten-twenty-thirt' circuit. No civilized
person ever comes here, and now |
know why. They're afraid they'll be
mistook for friend of yours, most
likely. You red-headed old geezer,
see one. Keep .-our lantern-jawed
pie-faced mutt of a son. I'm going
back to where there's at least one
perfect gentleman who knows how to
behave when lady honors him by"
Enid" cried Gerald, who had sat
in dumb, nerveless confusion during
the recent exchange .of courtestes
you don't mean? You mustn't go
back to him! You MUSTN'T Has he
met you again since | left? Tell me!
l said I'd kill him If he ever spoke to
you again, and, by God, l will! He
shan't-"
A timid falsetto screech, like that
of very young leverett that is mad
vertently trodden beneath farmers
foot in long grass, broke in on the
boys rawlings. Mrs. Caleb Conover
collapsed on the floor in dead faint.
Anice ran to the unconscious wo-
mans aid Even Gerald, checked
midway in his mad appeal, stopped
and stared down in stupid wonder at
his mothers little huddled figure.
Caleb seized the moment to cross
the room quickly toward the furious
chorus girl. He caught her by the
shoulder, and in his pale eyes blazed
a flare that few men and no woman
had ever seen there The color, be-
hind the artistic paint on the visitors
face, went white at the look. She,
who was accustomed to brave the
RACES of drunken FOUNDERS, shrank
speechless, covering before those
light eyes. One arm she raised awk-
wardly as If to avert a blow. Yet
Caleb's touch on her shoulder was
gentle; and, when he spoke his voice
was strangely dead and Unconditional.
So low was it that his meaning rather
than his exact words reached the
actress.
This is my city" said he. What
/ say goes. There Is train to New
York in thirty minutes. If you are in
Granite one minute after it leaves, my
police shall arrest you. My witnesses
shall make the charge something that
even you will hardly care to stand for.
My judge shall send you to prison for
a year. And every paper in New York
shall print the whole story as l chose
to tell 1t. Now go!"
The fear Of death and worse than
death was in her eyes. She skunk out,
shrunken in aspect to the form of an
old and bent woman. Not even-most
beloved trick Of stage folk!-did she
turn at the portieres for a parting
look. The patter Of her scared, run
ming feet sounded irregularly on the
marble outer hall. Then the front
door slammed, and she was gone.
The final scene between Conover
and his sons wife had endured less
than twenty seconds. 1t was over,
and she had departed before Gerald
realized what had happened. Then,
with cry, he was on his feet and
hurrying to the door. But his father
stood in front Of 1t.
eff you're not cured now" said Con.
over, you never will be. Go back
and ring for your mothers maid"
The boys mouth was open for a
wrathful retort. But embers of the
blaze that had transformed Caleb's