The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1914-04-03
JONES -
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
FROM SCENES IN THE PLAY
81 IDWAI(DT\ARC AIL
FROM IHF PLAY OF GEORGrMCOHAN

uioomy and dissatisfied with that
lIe which he loathed to quit, yet felt
'nSAshe could not continue, Broadway
rose and bowed. I'm it," he an
swered. 81"
Protests chorused.
! What hard-hearted girl has turned
you Gown, Broadway" asked the love
ly Inez.
who is 1t, Broadway? Who could
possibly have the heart or been the
fool to do it,"
MIS- Gerard, his neighbor, bent on
MIN glance so languishing that he al
! inost mad to turn his face away.
No girl has ever turned me down"
ne said. endeavoring to be gay mo
girl has ever had chance to turn me
down. | mean"
Realizing that this did not sound
gallant, being instinctively. by nature,
gallant, he would have modified 1t
II ne could, but the howl of approba-
ton which arose from all the men, the
chorus Of mock criticism which arose
from all the women, drowned his voice.
From all the women except one. That
one sat on his right, that woman was
a widow and was worth million.
No girl could turn you down." she
murmured.
All, that thought which so repeat
eddy had festered in his brain! Here
were millions which admired him.
Here We're millions which would pay
the debts which had piled up, which
would make the bottle with the
crimson label and the weapon with the
blued-steel barrel quite unnecessary!
Here were millions which would solve
the last one of his difficulties and for
which, if he accepted them, be could
offer adequate return In devotion
which should be at once that Of son
for an indulgent mother and a near
drowned man for his rescuer! Why
not? Why not? Why not marry Mrs.
Gerard?
mo girl could turn you down." had
been her words.
In the hurly-burly Of the questions
and the answers, the frolic and the
nonsense, he scarcely had an opportu'
nifty to speak to her in tender words,
but he answered her by scribbling on
her menu card:
| Couldn't you?"
He felt certain that she gaspeI with
pleasure.
why do you say such things?" she
lscribbled.
fagss youth answered.
| 81 love you, too," she scrubbed IL
reply.
What sort of game are you two
playing there!" demanded Robert Wal
lace gaily.
Don't interrupt, Bob" Broadway or
dered. ITS a new kind of game O
hearts. It's played with menu cards
Shut up"
He turned again to his delighted, 4
ancient partner in the novel pastime
1T can't be true" he scrubbed.
1T is true" she wrote.
"Will you marry me?' he scrawled
With coy look at him which made
him feel little faint, but without al
instant's hesitation, EYES," she an
swered.
1t was tremendously to the relief o
the young host that Bob Wallace, a
about this moment, rose and said tina
he must leave.
1t seemed to Broadway that thu
others mattered less. For Wallace hi
affection was SO genuine that it includ
ed an intense desire to hold the man.
respect. Signing with relief he Gale,
the major domo to his side as soon al
BOD had gone and whispered to hin
that all glasses must be filled. Will
the intense alacrity which the youthful
spendthrift's orders were everywhere
observed along Broadway, this was at
tended to, and he rose to his fee
with all the dignity he could command
Friends" he said, Il want to tel
you something. | want to tell you o
my luck"
rs 1t hard luck story, Broadway
someone asked.
Eyes," said he. II mean"
Jackson" said a soft voice (per
haps little cracked) close at his sid
with something OF reproach in it.
For the lady," he hastily corrected
Hard luck for the lady. Im-I'm go
ing to be married.
The men shouted and there wer,
more than one among the ladies wht
were seriously agitated, their numbe
being co-equivalent to the number WHIT
themselves at one time or another hat
had hopes of winning Broadway ant
hts millions for their very own.
Everywhere about him rose thu
shout: who is she. Broadway? Name
Name!"
He swayed there on his feet, some
what sickly smile upon his face, hi
hand deliberately spilling champagne
on his shirt front. a fact Of which h
was In ignorance and which no ont
noted for time. It was Mrs. Gerart