Judge — July 14, 1923 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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“Pardon me, my dear! her freedom. Her separation from Joe and how wonderful it would be to have a baby all of her own. These were Valerie’s themes of conversation. And then the great day came! Joe was distracted. He went though hours of mental torture. All of his adoration for Valerie returned a millionfold. The was the intruder. Valerie must nd be happy. At last the doctor came to him, smiling and extended his I must rush down and get some court-plaster. horse was scratched!” hand to Joe. “It is all right, my boy, she king for you. Go to her.” Asking for him! Joe remembered their compact. He was to see the baby once and then say good-by to Valerie forever. He trembled. The doctor pushed him into Valerie's room. He heard a low sob. It was Valerie. He had never heard her cry before. It unnerved him. He walked to the bed and fell on his knees before her and 15 I just heard a man say our buried “Plea: pleaded. “Oh, Joe, think of it, all of my plans spoiled. I feel I will never be able to leave you now. No one ever will think I can write poctry. They will only laugh and laugh,” she sobbed. “A poctess with—” Joe looked ‘up. There beside Valerie lay adorable twins! his head in the bed coveri *, please, dear, don’t ery! ‘Comicbooks.com