The Wasp, 1918 · page 145 of 330
The Wasp — 1918 — page 145: what you’re looking at
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This appears to be a serialized narrative fiction rather than a political cartoon. The text depicts a dramatic domestic scene: a colonial governor confronts his daughter Elizabeth about a young man who has fled the island after fighting a duel with someone named Stanton. The governor initially seems unconcerned about the duel itself, suggesting duels were socially accepted among gentlemen, but becomes visibly distressed upon reading the young man's letter to Elizabeth. The scene explores Victorian-era themes of honor, concealment, and romantic crisis. The governor's emotional reaction to the letter suggests it contains a revelation that troubles him more than the duel itself—possibly regarding the young man's true feelings or circumstances. Without additional context identifying the publication date or story title, the specific historical or political references remain unclear.
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136 ‘THE WASP despatched a party of men to the wooded — hills. Then he went to his daughter. The governor found Elizabeth with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and the open letter in her hand. “Where is he hiding himself ?”? demanded Captain Nash. ‘‘ What’s the matter with the young fool? Does he think I would hang him for fighting a duel, or even for killing his . man in fair fight? And I’ve heard about the fight. What does he tell you there?” ““He has gone away,” replied Elizabeth in shaking tones.. “‘ He is in some trouble, I think. He has left the island by now, I fear me. Was he wounded ? And with whom, did~ he fight 2?” “He wasn’t. touched. He pinked Stanton very neatly, though the sun was in his eyes. Did they quarrel about you? What has he — written to you ?” The girl handed the open paper to him and sank her face between her hands. The governor read slowly, his lips moving over each word in a kind of breathing half-whisper, like a child at its book. His brows puckered as he read ; his hand trembled ; his cheeks paled. “Tt he loves you like this, why didn’t he tell comichooks.com