Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-01-12
Whh Photographs from Scenes ia the PlAy
Copyright, 1913, BY c. ". Dillingham Compan

Copyright, 1913, by c. ". Dillingham; Company
Just what say" he answered firm
ly. THAT it's all wrong. It's impos
sible. TIE idea of woman of your
age imagining for a moment that this
boy is fool enough to think OF such a
thing! Do you stop to think what peo,
pie will say? Don't you realize that il
can't be? That it's simply preposter.
Gus? Why"
Are you trying to insult me, sirr'
NO." he answered earnestly, I'm
trying to save you from being humili-
sted and laughed at. Deny the story
at once. Say it was all Joke. Say
anything, but for heavens sake don't
let it go any further!"
She gazed at him In speechless
wrath while he nervousIy paced the
room,
Surely" he said whirling, you
don't think he seriously considers mar
rying you?"
And why not?" Her icy tone was
full Of outraged dignity.
Because 1t would be q ridiculous
match. Give it serious thought You're
sensible woman, figure it out for
yourself Why, you're more than twice
his aSe!"
Sir"
why. he's only twenty.five--not
that, yet"
She gazed at him in speechless rage
for twenty seconds, then said, explo-
sively: "You-brute!"
Tn your friend" he urged. I'm
trying to help you, I'm trying to save
you from being made the laughing
stock of the town"
Do you mean to insinuate that
Jackson doesn't love me?"
Jackson doesn't love anyone except
good time. Why, he doesn't take
anything seriously, especially women.
, To my knowledge he's been engaged
to thirty since he's been here in New
, York"
"I-don't-believe you!"
He shrugged his shoulders. "yery
well; go ahead; it's no affair of mine"
She agreed with this. You'll do
well to remember that. Attend to
your own business, Mr.. Wallace"
Excuse me-" he said apologeticalIy,
I'm sorry I spoke"
AS he thus apologized, disgusted,
worried, even frightened by the mud.
die In which his friend had SO involved
himself. entirely ignorant of the sorry
cause which had led Broadway to the
fatal step, that young man entered
from the hall. having effaced as many
traces as he could of the wild night,
and rightly clothed himself for morn.
ing callers. AS he advanced he
hummed stanza from some cabaret
favorite which ran, monotonously: II
love you; oh. I love you!"
At sight of Mrs. Gerard he bright.
ened and sprang toward her eagerly.
He was not the one to go back on
bargain. or to make a wry face over
necessary medicine.
Beatrice; My Beatrice!" he cried.
Wallace eyed them with disgust az
they. flew into each others arms.
Having released his Beatrice, nv
Beatrice" he turned to Wallace with a
calm which Wallace could not but ad.
mire. The youngster certainly was
game! Good morning. Bob"
Wallace scorned him.
Broadway did not even vince. but
turned back to his Beatrice. "And how
Is my little banquet queen this morn.
ing%
7 came here happy as lark" she
said complainingly, "but now I'm ter.
ribly upset." a
why, what has happened to my lit
tie round of pleasure?' He smiled
serenely, worshipfully into her scarce
ly hidden wrinkles.
This man has been saying terrible
things to me-"
Jackson whirled reproachfully upon
his friend, why, Bob! What have
you been saying to my little Beatrice? ?"
oh, don't!" implored the utterly
disguised Wallace.
Tell me,y Jackson begged in COM
fortinx tones of the excited widow: