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

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doesn't begin to give the jolt tn
got out of Walla Walla, and B
and Missoula, and Spokane,
Seattle, and Albuquerque. We d
all day and ate ham and eggs at
little hotel or lunch-counter at n
and outside the hotel the drum
would be sitting, talking and 81
ing; and there were Western
very tanned and tall and lean, in
big two-gallon hats and khaki d
and puttees: And there were sun
and sand, and cactus and mount
and campers and Fords. 1 can s
the Kansas corn fields and can
the Iowa farms and the ugly little
American towns, and the big 4.
American men, and the grain e
tors near the railroad stations.
be it wasn't all beautiful, but gosh
was real. and growing, and big
alive! Alive!"
Mary Hubbell was crying. Therd
the bench along the promenade
the sunshine at Nice, she was or!
The boy beside her suddenly
uttered a little inarticuIate sound,
vanished. completely, in the Grove
For three days the Orson J.
bells did not see their favorite ri
If Mary was disturbed she did
look it, though her eye was aleI
the throng. Mrs. Hubbell and
availed themselves of the profess
services of the italian gigolo
zetti. MIS-. Hub b | l said
thought his dancing was, il
thing, more nearly perfect than
What's-his-name, but his ma
wasn't so nice and she didn't likd
eyes. Sort of sneaky. Mary said
thought so. too.
Nevertheless she was uudoub
affable toward him. and talked
French) and laughed with him.
zetti spoke frequently of his colle
Gore, and always in terms of di
agement. A low fellow. A 81
dancer. One unworthy Of NJ
swanlike grace. Unfit to receive
son J. Hubbcll's generous fees.
Late one evening, during the
week after-dinner dance, Gore apj
ed suddenly in the doorway. 1t
ten o'clock. The Hubbells were
lying with their after-dinner coffd
one of the small tables about
dance floor.
Mary, keen-eyed, saw him first.
beckoned Mazzetti who stood in
tendance beside Mrs. HubbelPs c
She snatched I'D the wrap that la
hand and rose. ats sitting In
I'm going out on tia ISoIrnadd
a breath Of air. Come on"
plucked at Mazzetti's sleeve and
tually propelled him through the g
and out of the room. She saw G
startled eyes follow them.
She even saw him crossing sY
to where her mother and father
Then she vanished into the darl
with Mazzetti.
Gideon Gore stood before Mr..
Mrs. Orson J. Hubbell. Where is
daughter?" he demanded, in Frend
"Oh. howdy-do," chirped Mrs.
bell. "Well, it's Mr.. Gore! We m
you. / hope you haven't been sicl
where is your daughterT den
ed Gideon Gore, in French. "Whe
Mary"
Mrs. Hubbell caught the word \
"Oh, Mary. Why, she's gone ou
a walk with Mr.. Mazzetti."
Good Cod" said Gedeon Cor
perfectly plain English. And va
ed.
Orson ]. Hubbell sat a NOR
thinking. Then, why, say, he
ed English. That young French
talked English"
The young French fella, hatless,
skimming down the Promenade
Anglais, looking intently ahead,
behind, and to the side, and all ar
in the darkness. He seemed TO
following a certain trail. however
one side Of the great wide walk,
! ing the ocean, was n canopied
stand. In its dim shadow, he dis
ed a wisp of white. He made "a
swiftly, silently. MaZzetti's
low, eager. insistent. Mazzetti's
hoarse. ugly, importunate. The I
in white rose. Gore stood before
two. The girl took a step toward
but Mazzetti took two steps
snarled like a villain in a movie,
villain in a movie could be hear
snarl.
sect out of here" said Mazzett
French, TO Gore. you pig! Sv
To intrude when I talk with a
You are finished. Now she be
| to me-"
"The hell she does" said @
Cory in perfectly plain American
swung for Mazzetti with his bad
arm. Mazzetti, after the fashio
his kind, let fly in most unsports
like fashion with his feet, kickin
Giddy's stomach and trying TO
with his small sharp yellow teeth.
then Giddy's left, that had led
some neat tricks of boxing in the
Of Cory greatness, landed fairly on
Mazzetti nose. And with a how
pain and rage and terror the
zetti, a hand clapped TO that bled
feature, fled in the darkness.
And, 40, Giddy!" said MARY
thought you'd never come"
MARY. Mary Hubbell. Did
know all the time? You did, d
you? You think I'm a bum,
you? Don't you?
Her hand on his shoulder. &C
I've been stuck on you since / was
years old, in Winnebago. kept
Of you all through the war. thon
never once saw you. Then lost
Giddy, when / was a kid l used to
at you from the sidewalk through
hedge Of the house on Cass. Hon
Honestly, eddy"
But look at me now. Why, n
Im-Im no good. Why, l don
/ how YOU ever knew