Life — July 5, 1917 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Braking the Spel 'HE shades ov nite wer faling fast. Not so the shades oy the naboring windos, whens wimen’s faces peerd dimly forth in a vane efort to se whether the grate turing car ov the Erl of Chumly stil lingerd in frunt ov the umbl dweling ov butiful Jeneveve Goldbrix. Her father had taken flite to forin lands, after his disastrus deel in Wal Street had rekt both bisnes and onor; and the tungs of gosips wer stil bizy with his afares. What coud be the reson that Jeneveve's wun-time sutor, the hi-born Erl, had cum agen, now that she was peni Within the cotaj, the Erl lited a cigaret and glanst curiously about the smal living-rum wher he sat with Jeneveve. “Fancy,” he remarkt, wunderingly, “exchanging your Long Hand palas for this! It is tuf luc, don’t you no?” “Tr is, indeed, a serius blo,” aknolejd the luvly girl, with ‘ins papa’s falure, my thots, my ames, hav bin in But,” she aded, with a fereles lift ov the hed, “I shal y yeld to defete, for I cum ov fiting stoc! I mene to ern my bred as a stenografer, in the ofis ov a distant cuzin.” The Dog: 1 REFUSE 10 CONSIDER THAT A WHISTLE “My wurd!” exclamed the Erl, with an embarast cof. He was unprepard for this pluky atitude. But he was not czily chekt in his fel desine; and after a thotful paws, he nelt grasfuly at her feet. “Be mine!” he entreted in lo, intens tone, “and escape the toil and mizery for which your garded life has il traned you!” She gazd at him with repugnans and horor in her azure orbs. What tho his hauty nee was bent in omaj to her buty? To wel she new his rekles caracter, the blaknes ov his fals sol! WAR WORKERS BOY SCOUTS COLLECTING SHIRT-TAILS FOR BANDAGES And your wife, the Countes?"” she sugjested with ironic emfasi! what ov her?” orget her!" he sneerd, with a disdaneful jestur. “In our sunkist vila by the distant Apogiatura, hoo can mar our hapines Jeneveve dru herself to her ful hite. “Enuf!” she sed “Dreme not that you can conker thus becaus I am poor and frendles! Leve me, sir, at wuns, that your hated presens may no longer desecrate this loly harth! And let me ad that, even wer you fre, I woud not enter into wedloc with you, for—I luv anuther!” With a hartles laf, he sudenly prest her silflike fawrm in a pashunate embras, and tride to snatch a kis frum her ful, crimsun lips. “Fulish lit] wun!” he horsly hist, “I wil not be foild you shal fly with me! My car is at the dore, my yot is redy to sale when we rech the secost; in my poket is clorofawrm, Your servants ar old and def. You ar at my mercy!” Wun fant mone ov frite she uterd, as she strugld vanely in his grasp. Then a hevy rumbl, as ov a pasing veicl, recht her ere, and sumoning her curaj anoo, she skremd: “Denis! Denis! O save me quikly frum this odius retch!" The rumbl cesd. In anuther instant, a handsum, brod- sholderd yung fello in blu overals aperd in the doreway, ice tongs in hand, venjuns in his flashing i. It was Denis Melvil, the ice man! Forst by, reverses to leve colej in his sofomor yer, he had alredy wurkt his way wel upward on fortun’s lader: and sins her breef sojurn in his nativ vilaj, he had lernd to luv sweet Jeneveve. In a moment, with keen insite, he graspt the natur ov her peril. Wun mity sweep of a blu-clad arm, and he had comicbooks'