Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-05-08

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that he could not continue, Broadwa
rose and bowed. I'm it," he ar
swered. t."
Protests chorused.
"Wha hard hearted girl has turne,
you down, Broadway" asked the love
ly Inez,
Who is 1t. Broadway? Who coul
possibly have the heart or been tn
fool to do it?"
Mrs. Gerard, his neighbor. bent OF
him a glance 30 languishing that he al
most had to turn his face away.
No girl has ever turned me down,
he said, e~ndeavoring to be gay. M
girl has aver had a chance to turn m,
down. | mean"
Realizing that this did not sount
gallant, being instlnctively, by nature
a gallant, he would have modified 1
II he could, but the howl Of approba
ton which arose from all the men, thu
chorus OF mock criticism which arose
from all the women, drowned his voice
From all the women except one. Tha'
n sat on his right, that woman wal
a widow and was worth a million.
mo 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 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
blued-steel barrel quite unnecessary
Here were millions which would solve
the last one Of his difficulties and for
which, If he accepted them, he could
offer adequate return In a devotion
which should be at once that of a son
for an indulgent mother and q near
drowned mar for his r~escuer! 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 gasped with
pleasure.
why do you say such t~hings?" she
scrubbed.
Because l love YOU" the ufff6ftrr.
nate youth answered.
&" love you, too" she scrubbed In
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 OF
hearts. It's played with menu cards.
Shut up"
He turned again to his delighted, II
ancient partner in the novel pastime.
TT can't be true" he scrubbed.
TT is true" she wrote.
"Will you marry met" he scrawled.
With a coy look at him which made
him feel a little faint. but without an
instant's hesitation. YES" she an.
swered.
It was tremendously 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 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 al
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, 81 want to tel
you something. want to tell you Of
my luck"
SIS 1t a hard luck story, Broadway
someone asked.
"Er-yes," said he. II mean"
jackson" said a soft voice (per
haps a little cracked) close at his side
with something of reproach in 1t.
For the lady" he hastily corrected
Hard luck for the lady. Im-I'm go
ing to be married"
The men shouted and there were
more than M among the ladies' who
were seriously agitated. their number
being co%-equivalent to the number who
themselves at one time or another ha6
had hopes Of winning Broadway and
his millions for their very own.
Everywhere about him rose the
shout: WHO is she. Broadway? Namel
Name!"
He swayed there on his feet, a some
what sickly smile upon his face, hi.
hand deliberately splitting champagne
on his shirt front, a fact of which h
was In ignorance and which no ont
noted for a time. 1t was Mrs. Gerart
who called attention to 1t by elabo
rately dabbing at him with her hand
kerchief.
There we're proprietary details ever
OF movement of her hands and som,
shrewd wits suspected for an instant
even though they put the wild ide,
from them as absurd before it game,
firm foothold in their minds,
"WhO Ia she Prondu,ayo ASA-o