The Huttig news., 1914-01-31

ed the whole tableful. Gloomy and dissatisfied with that life which he loathed to quit, yet felt that he could not continue. Broadway rose and bowed. I'm it!" he an- l swered. 'I''
 Protests chorused
 What hard-hearted girl has turned you down, Broadway" asked the love- ly Inez.
 ''Who Is it. Broadway? Who could possibly have the heart or been the fool to do it?''
 Mrs. Gerard, his neighbor. bent on him glance so languishing that he al- most had to turn his face away. No girl has ever turned me down." he said, endeavoring to be gay. No girl has ever had chance to turn me down. I mean"
 Realizing that this did not sonnd gallant being instinctively, by nature, gallant, he would have modified it if he could, but the howl of spproba- tfoD 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 widow and was worth a million.
 No girl could turn you down." she murmured
 Ah. that thought which so repeat edly had festered in his brain, Here were millions which admired him, Here were millions which would pay the debts which had piled up. which would make the bottle with the crimson label and the weapon with the b'ued-steel barrel quite unnecessary, Here were millions which would solve he last one of his difficulties and for ~hich. If he accepted them. he could fer adequate return in devotion
 hich should be at once that of son or an indulgent mother and a near nowned man for his rescuer! Why ,ot! Why not. Why not marry Mrs. l ferard?
 No girl could turn you down." had been her words.
 In the hurly-burlv of the questions and the answers. the froiic and the | nity 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 gsspei with pleasure.
 Why do you say such things" she scrubbed.
 Because love you" the unfortu- nate youth answered.
 T love you. too" she scribhled in reply.
 What sort of game are you two playing there?" demanded Robert Wal lace gaily.
 Don't interrupt, Bob." Broadway or dered Its new kind of game of hearts. It's played with menu cards. ! Shut up!"
 He turned again to his delighted, if ancient partner in the novel pastime.
 Tt can't be true" he scribbled
 Tt Is true" she wrote.
 Will you marry me?' he scrawled.
 With coy look at him which made him feel little faint. but without an instants hesitation, Yes" she an- swered
 It was tremendously to the relief of the young host that Bob Wallace at i about this moment, rose and said that he must leave.
 It seemed to Broadway that the others mattered less. For Wallace his affection was so genuine that it includ. ed an intense desire to hold the mans respect. Signing with relief he called the major domo to his side as soon aa I Bob had gone and whispered to him ! that all glasses must be filled With the intense alacrity which the youthful spendthrift's orders were everywhere observed along Broadway. this was at- tended to, and he rose to his feet with all the dignity he could command.
 Friends" he said, q want to tell you something. I want to tel, you of my luck"
 Is it hard luck story, Broadway 9. someone asked
 ''Er-yes,' said he. "I mean--''
 "Jackson,' said; soft voice (par. aaps little craeked) close at his side with something Of reproach in it.
 For the lady," he hastily corrected, Hard luck for the lady. I'm-l'm 20. ing 10 be married"
 The men shouted and thsr. were more than one among the ladies who were seriously agitated, their number being co equivalent to the number who themselves at one time or another had had hopes of winning Broadway and his millions for their very own.
 Everywhere about him rose the shout: Who is she. Broadway Name. Name."
 He swayed there on his fa@t. 2 some, what sickly smile upon his face, hls hand elaborately spilling ehamnasne on his shirt front, fact of which he was in ignorance and which no one l noted for a time. Ii was Mrs Gerard I who called attention to it hv elaho> rately dabbing at him with her hand. i kerchief.
 There were proprietary details eyan of movement of her hands and soma shrewd wits suspected for an instant. even though they put the wild idea