Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1932-10-14
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blue, carried on her Airtations with
an ever widening effect. She felt
no fidelity among admirers; she
never made the fatal mistake of
being bound up in any one man.
Poor R%antoul, chanting his little
private dirty, at times casting le-
cherous eyes at bold telephone
%tarts, girls who looked upon him
as a prospective sugar papa, to en-
ploy terse terms of the time, nurs-
ed a burning jealousy. The sad
part of bis predicament was his
real love for Josephine, based upon
nothing but futility.
The splurge she made, the bills
she ran, the countless worthless
followers who rode in his cars,
drank his liquor, ate his food, be-
gan to tell on him. Men hung at
her elbow, bent over her, pursued
her with the intensity of wild in
fatuation. Then things began to
get a little out of hand. St. James,,
in the process of squeezing bag
holders, nipped Gerrit Rantoul for
a million; it. was a start. Josephine
had Tilted St. James. Then Tri-
Bull was condemned by the Gov
errment as unsafe. The Army
would have none of it. The Navy
refused even to use it in depth
bombs. 1t was reported as an I'M
stable explosive. Gerrit Rantoul
lost heavily in Tri-Bull, finding
himself possessed of most of St.
James holdings, exchanged for
value before the bad news seeped
through that the stuff was worth
less. 1t was one of the little for
gotten tragedies among the pig
rem, we'll behind the front.
The expensive apartment at th<.
St. Botolph had been succeeded by
a more lavish suite covering two
floors of the new Du Barry. A
super-flat with private elevators
and exclusive service, an expensive
nest bordering on the eastern edge
of Central Park. Poor Ranatoul
fairly groaned when he began to
realize the drain of this establish
ment. He was worn down by his
excitement, irritable through his
worries, and Josephine, spending
his money and banking her own,
rode on the necks of her admir-
ers. What a flaming time of lurid
patriotism it was! In the great
hotels, foremost in the vast enter
tainment for charity Josephine
lived on high. 1t was at this
time that Glossy evolved his fam
Gus scent, Parfum Josephine!
Judge Marvin Kelly, white, rud-
dy of face, still the solid sub
stantial figure of unsuitable in
tegrity, lead the lists of casualties
in the club, the same club where
he had so often sat with his friend,
Gilbert Van Horn. The old Ave
nue. had seen many stirring march
es, and the day when the great
Liberty Loan Parade swept up the
Avenue he had marched. But his
eyes looked down the columns OF
killings, down the lists of the lost,
the lists of wounded, and then he
found it.
John Breen, Major 18th Engi-
neers, wounded at. Argonne For
est.
"Poor Gilbert, I can almost feel
him here, looking at this, but no,
he would have been alross too"
John Breen had departed for
the war. John had nc particular
desire to fight, or to live. His ut
ter carelessness, as is often the case
set down as transcendent courage.
He was decorated with the Crois
de Guerre. A month later he for
got it somewhere, and never men
toned it. He concentrated on en-
gineering.
"John has been wounded Mar
win Kelly mel Josephine in the St
Botolph. The war was on its last
legs. John had survived. 'Hel
probably never get back to the
'front.'" A look of great concerr
came into Josephine's eyes. 'Ane
they've pinned a few medals or
him, the Croix de Guerre," he add
ed.
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