Life — March 21, 1907 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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PRING in Newport Beatrice Cashburn was born of rich and dishonest: but re- spectable parents. Nothing but divorces, inherited. in- sanity and chorus girls hav- ing occurred in the family, she held up her head with the proudest in the land. She now faced her mother with the determination and won- derful firmness handed down to her from a long line of sturdy i yeomen, who had come over about a hun- dred years or so after the Mayflower to estitblish a belt line of barber shops in the New England distrie “Beatrice,” exclaimed her mother in warm, passionate, Waldorf-Astoria tones, “you must give your consent to marry Duke Lodowne. He is anxiously waiting outside, not having paid his room rent, and it is a sacred duty you owe to dear old ind, to say nothing of our set, you ally yourself at once with one of the most aristocratic noblemen of the Old World. Be true toyourinstincts, Beatrice dear; let your heart guide you, and put Lord Lodowne and myself at ease by The Ant Edit *LIPE* A Romance in High Life Or te Story of a Good Girt Who Went Wrong accepting him, and your dear father will ign the contract at once “No, mother,” replied Beatrice firmly, “T appreciate fully your disinterested mo- tives, and that you have at heart only my future unhappiness and exalted social position, but it can never be. I’m going to be different. I’m a freak, if you will. Call me traitor, ingrate, it matters not, but T have firmly made up my mind to marry KE. H. ‘Ticker, the railroad presi- dent and magnate.” “Good heavens!” exclaimed Mrs Cashburn, throwing her tiara into the waste-basket, in the excess of heremotion “You cannot mean it! An American! And one who doesn’t even move in so- ciety. It’s too horrible!” [ cannot help it, mamma; my mind ismade up, Tam too loyal to the moneyed interests of my country to desert them now. Mr. Ticker needs my support. He may be investigated at any moment. How would it look if he had no society woman to support him? Why, common people would get the idea that he was unpa- triotic.”” At this moment E. H. Ticker was an nounced. His residence in Pittsburg and YOUR WORK IS TOO FINICAL. YOU LACK BREADTH AND SUBSTANCE. YOU ARE TOO ECONOMICAL OF SPACE, TOO ETHEREAL AND UNREAL. a raja a Ia, ta) 118.1" 11341 a AS THEY BUILD THEM TO-DAY THIS IS THE LIGHT, AIRY, SUUSTANTIAL APARTMENT HOUSE, “THE SARDINE.” acquaintance with Andrew Camegie had given him aplomb. “Have you broken the news asked abruptly. “Yes. But mamma and the Duke” —— “Never mind about him,” replied Mr. Ticker, bringing outa couple of millions in loose change from his pocket and handing it to Mrs. Cashburn. “Just give him this and tell him to go home and hire some lady to ill-treat by the hour. It’s cheaper in the long run.” Before his domineering personality, almost as inspiring as a first-class butler, Mrs. Cashbum quivered, and went out and did as she was bid. In a few moments Duke Lodowne’s footsteps could be heard crushing the gold-filled driveway, as he hurried away to pay four weeks’ board. “Well, darling,” said FE. H. Ticker, as he looked fondly and firmly into the face of his fiancée, ‘just in time, ch? But then, that’s a way I have. Why, if I he comicbooks.com a