Middletown transcript., 1911-04-29

Oh, he dared. all right. He
didn't seem q bit embarrassed
over it. He same as called me a
prize fighter.
And you 50 gentle that you
wouldn't hurt a tlyI Well, we
won't elope, and We won't com
NIT suicide. You just wait. That
father of mine is going to get q
talking to.
The father got it, butt did not
change the situation, except he
hoped that Mr.. Forrest, for the
sake of his parents, would give
up smuggling and take to the law
and become a credit to the bench
and bar. If he did this, and
after five or ten or fifteen years,
proved that he had recovered
from his exuberance of spirits,
why he might come around and
talk.
Miss Prue was not found dead
at the end Of a rope in the garret
next morning. They don't do
that way now a,days. They
write a little note and smuggle
it out of the house and then have
feeling that their angel grand
mother is looking down from
heaven and will somehow bring
things around all right. In this
instance, Miss Prue's angel
grandmother was on the spot
and saw her way clear.
Mr.. Forrest did not call again.
He did not propose an elopement
nor plan the death Of the banker.
If he was a slugger he was an
honorable one. Besides, he also
had a grandmother upon there.
She was hustler and schemer
when alive, and he believed he
could depend upon her now.
Mr.. Wilson was interested in q
marble quarry, and occasionally
drove out there to see how
things were going. There had
been a cut-down in the wages OF
the men. Too much money was
being sent back to Italy. Two
weeks after breaking Mr.. Forrest
in two he started to visit the
quarry and settle the trouble if
he could, and Miss Prue accom-.
panied him. At about the same
time the despairing lover started
out from somewhere in his auto
for spin. His route passed the
quarry.
The banker arrived to find
seven or eight hands hanging
around and grumbling, while a
dozen more had packed up and
departed. A strike had been
declared. He stood up in his
auto and Grated He showed.
that a cut in wages always made
the wage-earner more economical
and was therefore good thing, |
and he was going on to prove
several other things when the
men made a dash for him and
hauled him out of the machine.
They had just begun to pound
him up right smart when another
auto arrived on the scene, he
had dim remen brance of hear
ing his daughter cry out:
Oh, it's Harry-my Harry! Oh,
Harry, they are killing dad!
This was the situation that the
two angel grandmothers brought
about. Couldn't be bettor. Mr..
Harrison Forrest was out of his
machine and slugging away, one,
two, three, inside of ten seconds.
The enemy went down. The
enemy dubbed and slashed a.
him. The enemy was punched
until it fed. And Mr.. Wilson
sat up in the road and saw il all,
ind heard Miss Prue's words Of
com mendation and exulIatlon.
And when the enemy had been
lam basted the banker arose and
extended his hand to the young
man and quietly observed:
| thought you we're to quit
slugging!
But this was special occasion,
you see! was the reply.
Oh, | understand Well, you
might call this evening and make
it another special occasion, and
| shall expect you to take up
law the very first thing in the
morning.
And Miss Prue reached out
and patted her father on the
shoulder. You are the best ever,
she said.
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