Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-06-13


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's
face. Upon this, signs of perturba,
tion Immediately displayed them
| selves. For moment Rose was shak-
en- beyond speech. She flushed to her
hair, and her eyes dropped. To a
| jealous observation, she looked con-
fused, trapped, guilty.
Really" she said after the first mo-
ment OF shock, I'LL really don't
think ever did meet you" With her
face crimson she raised her eyes and
looked at her companion. "If have,
l must have forgotten It,"
you haven't" said Berry. "but
you've met my husband"
| Roses color did not fade, but this
time she did not avert her eyes. Pride
and social training had come to her
aid. She answered quietly and with
something of dignity.
"Yes, met Mr.. Ryan at Antelope
when we were showed up there.
suppose he's told you all about it?"
| NO." said Berny, her voice begin
ming to vibrate, "he hasn't told me all
about it. He's told Just as much as
he thought ought to know"
Her glance, riveted on Roses face,
contained a fierce antagonism that
was like an illumination of hatred
shining through her speech. He
Didn't think 1t necessary to tell me
everything that happened up there,
Miss Cannon"
Rose turned half from her without
answering. The action was like that
Of child which shrinks from the an
cry face of punishment. Berny leaned
forward that she might still see her
and went on.
HE couldn't tell me all that hap
pened up at Antelope. There are
some things that 1t wouldn't have
done for him to tell me. A man doesn't
tell his wife about his affairs with
other women. But sometimes, Miss
Cannon. she finds them out"
Rose turned suddenly upon her.
Mrs. Ryan," she said in cold, au
thoritative voice, what do you want
to say to me? You stopped me just
now to say something. Whatever 1t
Is, say it and say it out"
Berny's RACES invariably worked
themselves out on the same lines
With battle boiling within her. she
could preserve up to certain point
a specious, outward calm. Then sud
denly, at some slight, harmless word
some touch as light as the pressure on
the electric button that sets off the
dynamite explosion, the bonds Of heI
wrath were broken and it burst into
expression. Now her enforced re
straint was torn into shreds. and she
cried, her voice quavering with pas
sion, shaken with breathlessness:
What do you suppose l want tc
say? l want to ask you what right
you've got to try to steal my hus
band?"
II have no right" said Rose.
Berny was, for the moment. so TAX
en- aback, that she said nothing but
stared with her whole face set in G
rigidity of fierce attention. After 8
moments quivering amaze she burst
out:
Then what are you doing it for?"
81 am not doing it,"
You're liar" she cried furiously
You're worse than liar. You're G
thief. You're trying to get him every
way you know how. You sit ther,
looking at me with face like little
innocent, and you know there's not &
thing you can do to get him away
from me you're not doing. If a com
mon gutter girl had acted tha
way they'd call her some prett!
dirty names, names that would max,
|, you sit up if you thought any ont
would use them to you. But / dom
see where there's any difference. 70,
think because you're rich and on tol
of the heap that you can do anything
Just let me tell you, Miss Rose Can
non, you can't steal Dominick RyaI
from me. You may be Bill Cannonl
. daughter, with all the mines Of thu
Comstock behind you. but you can
| buy my husband"
, Rose was aghast. The words C
Berny's outburst were nothing to her
sound and fury, the madness Of
: jealous woman. That this was Low
ing wife fighting for the husban,
, whose heart she had lost was all sh
understood and heard. That was tn
, tragic, the appalling thought. TIL
! weight of her own guilty conscienc
, seemed dragging her down into sich
ened silence. The only thing 1t seeme
! to her she could hshest;y say was t
refute the woman's accusations tha
!, Dominick was being stolen from hel
MRS. Ryan," she implored, what
: ever else you may think, do pleas
l understand that l am not trying t
a take your husband away from yos
r You're making mistake. don
= know what you've heard or guessed
but you're distracting yourself will
e out any necessity. How could eve
d do that? l never meet him. neve
I see him."
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