The Wasp, 1913 · page 335 of 364
The Wasp — 1913 — page 335: what you’re looking at
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This page contains serialized fiction rather than political satire or cartoons. It's a narrative installment continuing a romantic melodrama involving characters named Kitty, Willis (a surgeon), and James Burnham. The plot concerns Kitty nursing Willis through a fever at a respectable London inn (the Green Dragon), successfully concealing her lower-class circumstances and her connection to Burnham. Willis recovers, marries her, and they plan to relocate to his country village for a quiet life. The text appears designed for *The Wasp*'s readers as serialized entertainment rather than satirical commentary. Without additional context about the full narrative, the specific social commentary or humor remains unclear—though the story's emphasis on class performance (Kitty playing "the country sister") and romantic deception suggests typical Victorian melodramatic themes that might have amused satirical magazine audiences.
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SN EEE 828 THE WASP a fever and quite out of his mind. So Kitty for- got her fear of James Burnham, her worry con- cerning the precious stones, and thought only of the little surgeon. She took up her abode at the Green Dragon, which was a quiet and respectable inn, far removed from the miserable tenement and street to which she and Stanton had descended, in the character of the sick gentleman’s sister. She was from the country, she said. She played the part to perfec- tion, nursed her lover night and day, had in the best doctor, and paid all charges as she went. To cut a long story short, Willis recovered from the fever and married Kitty without delay. Nurs- ing him had evidently agreed with her, for she had recovered her looks to an amazing extent. She told him nothing of James Burnham’s visit or gift. It was decided that they should go to the country and live very quietly in his home village, where he would practice his profession. On the night before the morning of their de- parture from London they sat for hours at their open window. Her head rested upon his shoulder Comichooks.com