Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-08-26

Gulping, painting. all The spirit mo-
mentarily buffeted out of him, Gerald
Conover lay staring stupidity up at
the angry man.
'1'm-Tm married." he hleated. Il
i meant to tell you when"
"Who to?" demanded Caleb i'll an
agony of self-control.
"MisS Enid Montmorency She"
''Who is she?"
"She is-she's my wife Two
months ago We"
"Who is she? Is she in society?"
Her family were very famous be-
fore the war She"
"Is she in good New York society?"
"She-she had to earn her own liv-
ing and"
And what?"
"She-I met her at Rector's first.
Her company"
You MARRIED a chorus girl?"
"She-her family before the war"
Caleb had himself in hand.
"Get up." he ordered You haven't
money enough nor earning power
enough to buy those boards you're
sprawling on. Yet you saddle your
self with a wife-a wife you cant
support. "A woman who will down
all your social hopes. And mine. You
let a designing doll with a painted face
dupe you into"
You shan't speak that way of
Enid" hared up the boy tearfully.
"She is as good and pure as"
"As you are And with damned
sight more sense. For she knows a
legal way of grabbing onto a liveli-
hood; and you don't Shut up! If
you try any novel-hero airs on me,
you young skunk, III break you over
my knee. Now you'll stand up and
youll listen to what | have to say"
Gerald, cowed, but snarling under
his breath, Obeyed
Il won't waste breath telling you
all I'd hoped for you" began Conover,
"or how | tried to give you all | missed
in my own boyhood. You haven't the
brains to understand-Or care. What
I've got to say is all about money.
And | never found you too stupid to
listen to that. You've cut your throat.
Nothing can mend that. Well talk
about the future at another time. It's
the present we've got to tend to now.
You're going to be of some use to me
at last The only use you ever will
be to anyone. Your allowance, for a
few months, is going on just the same
as before. But you've got to earn it.
And you're going to earn it by stay
ing right here in Granite and working
like dog for me in this campaign.
If you stir out of this town, or if your
that woman comes here, or if you
don't use your pull in my behalf with
the sapheads you travel with at the
Pompton Club-if you don't do all
this, say, till further orders then,
for now and all time you'll earn your
own money. For you'll not get an
other nickel out of me. | guess you
know me we'll enough to understand
I'll go by what | say. Take your
choice. You've got an earning ability
of about $4 a week. You've got an
allowance of 900 year. Now, till
after election, whichll it be?"
Father and son faced each other in
silence for a full minute. Then the
latter's eyes fell.
"I'll stay!' he muttered.
81 thought so. Now chase! I'm
busy"
Gerald slouched to the door. On
the threshold he turned and shook his
fist in impotent fury at the broad back
turned on him.
l. l.
scaling an octave and breaking in a
hysterical sob, "I'll stayl But, before
God, I'll find a way to pay you off for
this before the campaign is over"
Caleb did not turn at the threat nor
at the loud slamming door He was
scribbling a telegram to his New
York lawyer.
Gerald In scrape with chorus girl,
Enid Montmorency," he wrote. Find
her and buy her off. Go as high as
100000"
Father Healy says, The sins of the
fathers shall be visited on the chill
dren, he quoted half aloud as he
finished; but when they are visited
in the shape of blthering diocy, it
seems most like breach of con-
tract"
The Railroader was not fated to en-
joy even the scant privilege of soli-
tude. He had hardly seated himself
at his desk when the sacred door was
once more assailed by inquisitive
knuckles.
"The Boys haven't wasted much
time" he thought as he growled per-
mission to enter.
The tall, exquisitely groomed figure
of his new son-inlaw, the Prince dan
tri, blocked the threshold With him
was Blanche.
do we intruder" asked d'Antri
hlandlY as he uShered his wife