Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-10-25

fore. and at the first glance supposeu
her to be some form Of peddler or
person selling tickets. The daughter
of Bill Cannon was eagerly sought oy
members of her own sex who had
wares for sale. and 1t did not strike
her as odd that she should he stopped
in the plaza on a foggy afternoon. but
a second glance showed her that 'he
woman before her was better dressed
more assured in manner than the re-
male vender, and she felt puzzled ana
interested.
"You had something to say TO me-"
she oueried again. the questioning In
Election a little more marked.
YES, but not much. won't keep
YOU more than few moments. won
you sit DOWN."
Berry designated the bench and
they sat on it. a space between them
Rose sat forward on the edge OF the |
seat. looking at the strange woman
whose business with her she could not
guess.
You've never seen me before. have
you. Miss Cannon" said Berry. You
don't know who | ann
The young girl shook her head with
an air of embarrassed admission.
I'm afraid don't" she said. III
I've ever met you before. 1t must nave
been a long time ago"
You've never met me-" said Berry,
but | guess you've heard OF me-
am the wife of Dominick Ryan
She said the words easily. but her
} eyes were lit with devouring fires as
they fastened on the young woman
face. Upon this, signs of perturoa
| ton Immediately displayed them-
selves. For a moment Rose was shak-
en- beyond speech. She flushed 10 ner
hair, and her eyes dropped. 10 d
D jealous observation, she looked CON
fused, trapped, guilty.
Really" she said after the first mo-
ment OF a shock. I'LL really ooh
D think ever did meet you. with her
r face crimson she raised her eyes ana
= looked at her companion. III nave
> | must have forgotten IT.
l. you haven't" said Berny' Out
s. you've met my husband"
u Roses color did not fade, but ths
e time she did not avert her eyes. Prlde
q and social training had come 10 mel
Vt aid. She answered quietly ana VIII
8 something Of dignity.
o YES, met Mr.. Ryan at Antelope
ID when we were showed up there.
u suppose he's told you all about IL!
III NO" said Berry, her voice Degln
Is ming to vibrate, "he hasn't told me al
10 about It. He's told just as much al
y he thought ought to know"
ID Her glance, riveted on Roses race
" contained a fierce antagonism ina
was like an illumination or hatre
1t shining through her speech. n
10 didn't think 1t necessary to tel I'D
e. everything that happened up ther'
CT Miss Cannon"
p. Rose turned half from her withou
81. answering. The action was ike ina
re of a child which shrinks from the al
ed cry face of punishment Berry ieane
". forward that she might still see Dc
and went on.
ty He couldn't tell me all that haI
Nv pened up at Antelope. There al
le. some things that 1t wouldn't nav
in done for him to tell me. A man doesn
mt tell his wife about his affairs WI
It other women. But sometimes. Nil
III, Cannon, she finds them out"
at Rose turned suddenly upon her.
mp Mrs. Ryan," she said In cold.
1ly thoritative voice. what do you wa
till to say to me! You stopped me ,u
ere now to say something. Whatever
nut IL, say It and say It out"
ley Berny's RACES invariably work
in themselves out on the same lint
ich with battle boiling within her.
Ken could preserve up to certain Dol
rny a specious, outward calm. Then 81
pes denly. at some slight. harmless VOL
out some touch as light as the pressure
AN the electric button that sets on I
oke dynamite explosion. the bonds OF :
the wrath were broken and 1t burst IL
lge- expression. Now her enforced
'ect straint was torn into shreds, and
cried. her voice quavering with p
or sion. shaken with breathlessness:
as what do you suppose | want
ecu say? | want to ask you what I'll
xed you've got to try to steal my q
ose, band?"
.eat 81 have no right" said Rose.
fer Berry was, for the moment, so
the en- aback, that she said nothing
ing. stared with her whole face set IL
ten rigidity of fierce attention. Aftel
the moments quivering amaze she bu
tort, out:
.rny Then what are you doing It for
title 81 am not doing It,"
otnp YOU'RE a liar" she cried furiou
q n you're worse than a liar. Your
face thief. You're trying to get him ev
way you know how. You sit tn
,ouv looking at me with face like II
ton innocent, and you know there's ne
wae thing you can do to get him a.
cost from me you're not doing. II a
vol mon gutter girl had acted
n way they'd call her some pr
the dirty names. names that would m
s,nv you sit up II you thought any
into would use them to you. But l q
n,nk see where there's any difference.
nrod think because you're rich and on
and of the heap that you can do anytf
he, Just let me tell you, Miss Rose
, the non, you can't steal Dominick +
ON from me. You may be Bill Cam
.rr. daughter, with all the mines OF
30, Comstock behind you. but you I