The Ordway new era., 1916-11-10
The Story
of a Big
Man in a
Big Town
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her thought Of him; symbol OF her
self and of her ineirahle kindness.
And she kept the door open-even
tonight. though the sleet and fine snow
swept in upon her bare throat anu
arms, and her brown hair was stre"n
with tiny white stars. His hear'
leaped as he turned and saw that sne
was there. waving her hand to him. us
II he did not know that the storh'
touched her. When he had gone on
Mary did as she always did-sne weii'
into an unlit room across the hall from
that In which they had spent the eve
/ ming, and, looking from the WINDOW
watched him until he was out OF sleh'
! The storm made that difficult tonight
/ but she caught glimpse of him uhuer
the street lamp that stood between the
two houses, and saw that he turned 10
look back again Then, and not oetore
she looked at the upper WINDOWS oi
Roscoc's house across the street. They
were dark. Mary waited. but AFTER
little while she closed the front door
and returned to her window. a
llOIltIt lhleI tNO va AA'N 'ffN.
dows of Roscoc's house flashed into
light and hand lowered the shade or
one OF them. Mary felt the cold theh
1t was the third night she had seen
those windows lighted and that shade
lowered. just after Bibbs had gone.
A stricken George. mutterng hoarse-
ly. admitted him. and Gibbs became
aware Of paroxysm within the house.
Terrible sounds came from the IL
brary: Sheridan curslng rs never be
fore; his wife sobblng, her voice rising
to an agonized squcal of protest upon
each OF a series OF mufiicd detonations
the outrageous humping of baud
aged hand upon wood: then Gurney,
sharply imperious. keep your hand
In that sling! Keep your hand In
that sling. say"
"Lookv George Gasped. delighted to
play herald for so important n tragedy:
and he renewed upon his face the
CHASTITY expression with which he had
first beheld the ruins his calamitous
gesture laid before the eyes OF Bibbs.
Look at a lamidal statue!"
Gazing down the hall. Bibbs saw
heroic wreckage, seemingly Byzantine
painted colossal fragments OF shat
tered torso. appallingly human: and
silded and silvered heaps of magnifi-
cence strewn among ruinous palms
like the spoil of barbarians' battle.
There had been massacre in the
oasis-the Moor had been hurled from
his pedestal.
He hit at ole lamidal statue" said
George. Pow
"My father:"
"Yessuh! Pow! he hit 'er. An you
ma run tell me git doctuh quick s
kin telefoam-she sho' you pa goin'
bus bloodvessel. He amt takin' on
tall now. He amt nothin' tall to
what he was while ago. You done
miss 1t. Mist Bibbs. Doctuh got him
all quiet down, to what he was Pow
he hit 'er. Yessuh!" He took Bibbs
coat and proffered crumpled tele
graph form. Here what come" he
said. 81 pick FER up when he done
stompin' on 'er. You read 'er. Mist
Bibbs-you ma tell me tuhn 'er ovul
to you soons you come in"
Bibbs read the telegram quickly. Il
WAS from New York and addressed t.
Mrs. Sheridan.
Sure you will all approve step hav,
taken as was SO wretched my healtl
would probably suffered severely Rober
and were married this afternoo,
thought best have quiet wedding abso
lutely sure you will understand wisdom
of step when you know Robert better an
happiest woman in world are leaving TO
Florida will wire address when settle,
Will remain TIL spring love to all fathe
Will like him TOO when he knows him lik
l do he Is Just ideal.
EDITH LANHORN.