Middletown transcript., 1915-12-18
CHAPTER XIII.
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Immediately after Gail had reached
home from the accident in the 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"
which were already being yelled from
every street corner and down every
quiet residence block.
The accounts were, in the main,
more or less accurate, barring the fact
that they started will. 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 appreciatively 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 mur-
ders and defalcations of the day, she
was able to overlook this personal
discomfort as one of the minor pen
alties which civilization has paid foI
its 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
we're by no means discouraged by thu
fact that they had not been able t
secure much, except hectic imagining
! from the exterior Of the Sargen
, house. They were busy in every othe
possible direction, with the same com
mendable persistence which we OF
serve in an ant to drag grasshoppe
up and down cornstalk on the wa
: home.
Little Miss Piper of the Mornin
! Planet, a somewhat withered an
. puckered little woman, who had sens
enough to dress so as to excite notl
! ing but pity, quietly slipped on he
n ugly little bonnet with the funny ril
o bon bow in the back, and hurried on
!, to the magnificent residence of Mr.
n Phyllis Worthmore, who loathed pul
licity and had photographs taken ono
# month for the purpose
d The result of that light-hearted an
d light-headed interview, in which Mr.
. Phyllis Worthmore, by special reuues
q was not quoted, suddenly sprang Q
ir the startled eyes of Gail, when ST
" leaped through the Sunday Mornir
IN Planet at eight o'clock next mornin
ir An entire page, embellished in Il
I'd tcenter with beautifully printed phi
lie tograph, was devoted to the sens
re tional beauty from the middle Wes
q. Around her were grouped nil
n smaller photographs Allison, Di'
at Rodley, Willis Cunningham, Houstt
ne Van Ploon, Rev. Smith Boyd, a sallc
In youth who had danced with her thr
,g times, count who had said" How
he you do?" and sailed for Europe, al
hs two men whom she had never M
nd All these crack eligibles we're clas
ry fed under the general head Of ''Slav
m. to Her Witching Smile and b
es boxed-in list was given, in extreme
by black,faced type, stating, in dolla
pr and cents, the exact value in the m
on rimonial market of each slave: a
-es the lively genius who had put togetf
ok this symposium, by toweringiy hap
thought conceived in the very heil
di of the rush hours, totaled the who
Ter and gave it as the commercial wol
he Of Calls beauty and charm. 1t I
led into thirteen figures, including the d
he lar mark and the two ciphers
ing cents.
en-. When Lucille Teasdale and Arly F
Ich land arrived at Jim Sargent's hol
ith at ten o'clock, and had been let
on, at the side entrance. they found G
of dabbing her eyes with powder pi
lis. taken from q little black travelling
the which stood open at her side. Arlt
ky. was second later than Lucille
All. clasping Gail in her arms, because
ere had to lift travelling veil. The
his girls expressed their coincidence {
oat their horror OF the outrage. and !
eve ubly poured out more sympathy; Il
re- they sat down and shrieked "
a laughter
ere yIt's too awful for words" F" gas
| to Lucille. "But it Is funny, too.
ess, Calls chin quivered-
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