San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-02-11

as the sticks length would permit. The
players themselves walked with a mine
ing step about the table. And: any
deah fellah, what a pretty plsv. Near
to say, neat, don't you kn'cN.' camC
anonymously from the lips of Reddy
Lennigan, whose father ran the Lenni.
gan House on Outagamte erect.
think so?' giggled bis opponent,
Mr.. Dutchy Meisenberg. "Aw-fIy
sweet of You to say so, old thing" He
turned to Giddy. Excuse my not hav-
ing my coat on, deah boy
The game was ended. Giddy walked
to the table, and using the offending
stick as a cue, made a rather pretty
shot that he had learned from Benoit
in London. Then he ranged the cane
neatly on the rack with the cues. He
even grinnNd a little boyishly. "You
win he said. MY treat. What'll
you have"
Which was pretty sporting for a
boy whose American training had been
what Giddy's had been.
Giddy's father on the death Of old
Gideon, proved himself mach more
expert at dispensing the PAGER mill
money than at accommodating it After
old Madame Gory's death t1st one
year following that of her husband,
Winnebago saw less and lbs, Of the
three remaining members of TIE royal
family. The frame house on the river
bluff would be closed for a year or
more at a time. Giddy's father rather
liked Winnebago and would have been
content to spend six months Of the year
in the old Cory house, but Giddy's
mother. who had been a Leyden, of
New York, put that idea out of his
head.
Don't talk to me-" she said, about
your duty toward the town that gave
you your money, becduse you know
you don't mean it. 1t bores you worse
than it does me, really"
Her husband protested akly. 81
don't care. like the old shack. l
want TO live in it--once in a while.
I'm use TO it. l was brought up in
it. So was the kid. Ia L.Ees it, too.
Don't you, Giddy?
The boy worshipped hrs mother. But.
also, he was honest. So, "Yeh, like
the Of barn, all right" he confessed.
Encouraged, his father went on :
Yesterday, the kid was standing out
there on the bluff-edge, breathing like
whale, weren't you, Giddy? And
when l asked him what he was putting
about he said he liked the smell of the
sulphur and chemicals and stuff from
the paper mills, didn't you, kid?'
Shamefacedly, "Yeh," said Giddy.
Betrayed thus by husband and adored
son, the Leyden did battle. "You can
both stay here, then" she retorted, "and
sniff sulphur until you're black in the
face. I'm going to London in May"
They, too, went to London in May,
of course, as she had known they would.
She had not known, though, that in
leading her husband to England in May
she was leading him to his death as
well.
All Winnebago will be shocked and
grieved to learn" said the Winnebago
Courier to the extent of two columns
and a cut, "of the sudden and violent
death in England of her foremost citi-
zen, Gideon Cory. Death was due to
his being thrown from his horse while
hunting"
The widowed Leyden did not even
take the trouble personally to super
intend the selling of the Cory place
on the river bluff. 1t was sold by an
agent while she and Giddy were in
Italy, and if she was ever aware that
the papers in the transac ton stated
that the house had been bought by Or
son ]. Hubbell she soon forgot the fact
and the name. Giddy, leaning over her
shoulder while she handled the papers.
and signing on the line indicated BY
a legal fOrefinger, may have remarked
'Hubbell. That's old Hubbel, the
dray man. Must be money in the dray.
ing line"
He should have known that the
draying business was now developed into
the motor trucA business with great
vans roaring their way between Win.
nebago and Kaukauna, Winnebugo ant
Neenah, and even Winnebago and Osh
kosh. He learnc that later.
Just now Giddy wasn't learning much
OF anything, and, 10 do him credit, thu
fact distressed him not a little. His
mother insisted that she needed him
and developed a bad heart whenever
he rebelled and threatened to sever tn
apron strings. They lived abroad en-
tirely now. Mrs. Cory showed talen
for spending the Cory gold that mus
have set old Gideon to whirling in BIZ
Winnebago grave. Her spending of j
was foolish enough, but her handlin,
Of it was criminal. She loved Europe
America bored her. She wanted to iden
tify herself with foreigners, With forcigi
life. Against advice she sold her larg