The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-08-13
EDWARD MARSHALL
FROM TN PLAY OF GEORGEM.COHAN
NTH PHOTOGRAPH
FR0n %tN1J N THE PLAY

,M.COHAN W.
Gloomy ed disaetisosd vtth tha,
Me vAlsA ~ lsaaAsd - Snle. ~ fsl,
that hs ssall net esoetnaA lsaaAvay
Eess asA bsvsd. IN ~. - an
0veeol.
what Aar1-Asarts1 gisi ~ tnsnsd
yos down. Dsoalvsy!' a0ko1 - love
ly Inss.
-WAs b n. BroaAvayf w esuld
possibly have The hsast - boan the
Sool to % ~"
Ass. Gerard. his AslgAboe, bene On
hin glance % laAsuishiAg ~ - a.
most hsl 70 turn bic eDoo oNag.
No Gisi Aas ever turned ~ 6oVp. :"
As said. sadsavorins = - ~. NO
girl has ever had . chance - tsss me
down. ] mean-"
Realizing that this diA ~ ssund
gallant. being instinctivsiy. ~ natnre.
. gallant. he would have 0el1ood II
II hs could. but the howl & aDDeoba-
tioa Which arose froo all tAs Dsa. the
chosus OF mock critieiso whieA arose
fron al the women. drovDsd his voice
From all the women sIesp& saa. That
one at on his right that veoaa vas
. widow and vas worth . nillIoa.
No girl could turn yos Aevn." she
murmured.
Al. that thought which % repeat
slly had fsstsrsl in his brain! Here
Here were millions which would pay
The debts which had piled -. which
would make the bottle veah the
crimson label and the wsapea With the
blusd-stssl barrel quite unnecessary!
Here were millions which wosA solve
the last one OF his dimcuitiss anA for
which. II hs accepted then. 10 sssld
which should b At once that Of . son
for IN tndulgsnt mother anA . near.
drowned man for his rescusri Why
not! Why not! Why not marry Mrs.
Gerard!
mo girl could turn you down." had
bssn her words.
In the hurry burly Of the questions
and the answers. the frolio 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 your"
He felt certain that she gaspsd with
pleasure.
Why do you say such thinss!" she
sctibblsd.
because I love you." ~ anfortu-
nate youth answered. 7. Il
Il love you. too. - scribblsd In
reply. ,--..s7ss-~>~-vs, ,sSRa-s-.~
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. II
ancient partner in the novel pastime
1T can't be true" he scribbled.
1T is true" she wrote.
will you marry me?" he scrawled.
With a coy look at him which made
him feel little faint, but without IN
| instant's hesitation. Yes" she an
sWered.
1t was tren andously to the relief Of
the young host that Bob Wallace, At
about this moment, rose and said that
he must leave.
1t seemed to Broadway that the
others mattered less. For Wallaus his
affection was 20 genuine that it iuclud-
ed an intense desire to hold the mans
respect. Signing with relief he called
the major domo to his side as soon A.
Bob had gone and whispered to him
that all glasses must be filled With
the intense alacrity which the youthful
spendthrtft's orders we're 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. II want to tell
you something. ! want to tell you of
my luck
rs 1t a hard luck story. Broadway"
someone asked.
Elves" said he. Il mean"
"Jackson!" said soft voice (per-
haps little cracked) close at his side
with something of reproach In II.
For the lady he hastily corrected
Hard luck for the lady. Im-I'm 20
ing to be married"
The men shouted and there we're
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
mad 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 feet, a some
what sickly smile upon his face, his
hand elaborately spilling champagne
on his shirt front. fact Of which he
was In Ignorance and which no one