Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1914-07-23
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
FROM SCENES IN THE PLAY

tnen reached MS hanQ into mis- pocket
and drew rarth the paper on which he
had laborec with such assiduity and
such tenssN working, cheek manipu-
lating tongue In the small hours that
morning.
What I've needed was"-he once
more said, in desperate endeavor TO
remember what came next, and. find
ing 1t impossible to continue with his
recitation, looked at her wild eyed, dis
appointed, self-disgust writ plain upon
his face. and dropped his hands In
helpless and disorganized fashion to
his sides.
Can you beat that?" he demanded
of the fascinated girl Il knew that
thing by heart when left the hotel"
Almost angrily he thrust the paper in
to her receptive hands.
ut took me hours to write that" he
earnestly declared. Hours fall of mos
quito-bites! got up early, too, and
learned the thing by heart. But
might have known that I'd forget II! I
never could remember anything"
She took the paper, glanced at II
with highly kindled interest and was
on the point Of reading 1t when there
came an interruption. It was Sammy.
There ever is Sammy ready to step
in and spoil big moments in our lives.
"Are-you-too-- busy for com
pany?" he asked deliberately and ir-
reverently. The imp, though fat. was
quite cognizant of the fact that no had
come at the wrong moment, and ais
heart was filled with Joy because he
felt SO certain Of 1t.
Who is it, Sammy"
"Ma-and-Clara"
Josie sighed, then looked at Broad
way with an inquiry upon her face He
nodded. She thrust the paper he had
given her into the top drawer OF her
desk. "All. right, Sammy; tell them
to come in"
With a gravity like that of the
sphinx, but with CLINT of malice sat
isfied in his small eyes, the fat boy
ambled heavily to the door. With a
voice as disproportionate to his years
as were his calves, he cried invitation
to his mother and his sister, 1t was as
if they waited on the other side Of a
wide stream and he was battling a
bowling tempest with his tones His
All right, nom, come on in" rasped
Broadway's nerves; the fact that he
had failed in the delivery of the brief
eloquence which had been fruit OF mid
night and past-midnight oil at the I'M
speakable Grand, certain feeling
(such as all of US have had) that he
was doing worthily while getting less
than proper credit for 1t. made him
hate Sammy at that moment.
He wondered If he might not throttle
him in some deserted spot before the
day was over, looked him over careful
ly, observed the size of his columnar
neck. and hopelessly abandoned
thought of it. His hands would never
reach around it, The visitors ap-
peared.
While attention was distracted from
her, in answer to an irresistible i'm
pulse, Josie took from the desk draw
er the paper Broadway had intrusted
W ASAs anu III uob ~ AhlO a ooNltos bC
cret place within her shirtwaist.
Mrs. Spotswood, filled with the fne
excitement of the matron who is GER
tain that romance Is working in her
neighborhood was deyoured by that
modification of the spirit of the chase
which sends the ladies, rich or poor.
good or bad, upon the scent Iof such
elusive news with all the zest of sports
men after squirrels or elephants She
was inclined toward worry in regard
to Jonesville's fate and also inclined
to confidence In it because she had
known Broadway since he was little
boy (ah, what errors have good women
made because they have known some
one since he was little boy.) and
knew that while he might be wild" he
was not wicked, for his baby curls had
been SO sweet; pleased beyond ex-
preston by the deep impression which
her own delicious Clara had made up
on Broadway's afiuent, well-mannered,
plainly competent friend--animated by
these various emotions and not less
than twenty others which have not
mentioned. Mrs. Spotswood wore a
fluttering smile as she accepted her
baby-mastodonic sons infant fog whis-
tie invitation.
Good morning, Josie"
Josie smiled at her, although she
had regretted her arrival almost as
much as Broadway had. She had SO
wished to read the words upon the ho-
! tel letter paper which her new EN-.
ployer had spent half the night in
writing.
Mrs. Spotswood's smile expanded till
ii fairly beamed at Josie before she
turned her eyes to Broadway, and then
she started with surprise 1t was be-
| cause she had been certain he was
there that she had come; visit from