Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1915-09-22
CHAPTER XIII.
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YAH OoogSS the Spotttgnt.
Immediately after Gail had reached
home froc the accident in thS sub
way, and had been put to bed and
given tea, and had repeatedly assured
the doctor there was nothing the mat
ter with her, they brought. at her ur.
gent request, copies of the extras, 1"
which were already being yelled from
every street corner and down every
quiet residence block.
The accounts we're, in the main.
more or less accurate, barring the fact
that they started with the assumption
that there had been one hundred in
Allison's party, all killed. Later is
sues, however. regretfully reduced the
number Of dead to forty. six. and
finally none. at which point they be-
came more or less coherent, and gave
an exact list of the people who were
there, the cause of the accident, and
most appreciatiyely accentuated his
tory of the heroic work of the men.
Although she regretted that her pic.
ture had by this time crept into the
public prints, grouped with the muir
de-s and defalcations of the day, she
vGs able to overlook this personal
discomfort as one of the minor pen
alties which civilization has paid for
it's progress, like electric light bugs
and electric fan neuralgia, and the
smell of gasoline.
In the meantime, the representa-
tives of the gay and care-free and alb
solutely uncurbed metropolitan press,
were by no means discouraged by the
fact that they had not been able to
secure much. except hectic ina ginings
from the exterior of the Sargent
house. They were busy in every other
possible direction, with the same COM
mendable persistence which we OBJ
serve in an ant to drag a grasshopper
up and down a eornstalk on the way
home.
Little Miss Piper of the Morning
Planet, a somewhat withered and
puckered little woman, who had sense
enough to dress so as 10 excite moth
ing but pity, quietly slipped on her
ugly little bonnet with the funny rib
bon bow in the back, and hurried out
to the magnificent residence of Mrs.
Phyllis Worthmore. who loathed pub
licity and had photographs taken once
month for the purpose.
The result of that hght-hearted and
| light-headed interview, in which Mrs
Phyllis Worthmore, by special request
was not quoted, suddenly sprang on
the startled eyes of Gail, when she
leaped through the Sunday Morning
Planet at eight o'clock next morning.
An entire page, embellished in the
center with beautifully printed pho.
| tograph, was devoted to the sensa.
tional beauty from the n ddle West!
Around her we're grouped nine
smaller photographs; Allison. Dick
Rodley, Willis Cunningham, Houston
Van Ploon, Rev. Smith Boyd, sallow
youth who had dances with her three
times, a count who had said "How do
you do?" and sailed for Europe, and
two men whom she had never met.
All these crack eligibles were CLASH
fed under the general head Of Slaves
to Her Witching Smile" and a big.
boxed-in list was given, in extremely
black-faced type, stating, in dollars
and cents, the exact value in the mat
rimonial market of each slave: and
the lively genius who had put together
this symposium, by toweringly happy
thought conceived in the very height
of the rush hours. totaled the whole,
and gave 1t as the commercial worth
of Calls beauty and charm. 1t ran
into thirteen figures. including the dol
lar mark and the two ciphers for
cents -...~>~
When Lucille Teasdale and Arly Eos.
land arrived at Jim Sargent's house
at ten O'Clock, and had been let in
at the side entrance, they found Gail
dabbing her eyes with a powder puff,
taken from little black travelling bag
which stood open at her side Arlene
was second later than Lucille in
clasping Gail in her arms. because she
had to lift a travelling veil. The two
girls expressed their coincidence and
their horror Of the outrage, and vol.
ubly poured out more sympathy; then
they sat down and shrieked with
laughter.
Its too awful for words!" gasped
Lucille. But it is funny, TOO"
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