The Panola Watchman (Carthage, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 8, 1932 Page: 3 of 8
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FINAL INSTALLMENT.
3mA hod rHronhtd kim**U in tha
H* Umk*4 to to*
| spprafeinsty. To* deep uw
of ik« opes »u bcto* kecked out
toy to* illy of fMwi Me kn***l
k*Ht bU mm hair. Ha «mi!«4 ao
llha Gilbert Van Mors. Ha hardly
*Arad. What dli Josephine went?
Attm dinner they *at In the fsmll
iar library. "1 kaaed the bou»«,
yo« know, afur Gilbert'* death.
They changed slnmil
everything hat this, |
room." A fire traa craabliog to the
opaa heirtb. a aid* deep chair. Vaa
Ham'* chair, was Dear the glow of
flame*. John, standing till iotephto*
carlad on the lounge, sat down. Taahi
brought a tray and Joseph toe lit a
c-lgareti Then she jumped up.l
as w# go through Thirty-ninth Street.
Soar, till eight."
like a kiss, or a mat. wrer
the phone.
Ho had severe! hoars on his hands.
He sat aad smoked. What a wash-
out the old town was! What a place.
Still, be would never be lonely again.
He kept trying to picture the years;
the year* ahead.
Joha had so uncanny im rginalion.
He kept saying to himself, "This Is
rot. this is bally rot." He kept
everything, conjuring up pictures of John Breen,
I Joy# the. perhaps oven Jobs Vaa Hem, lolling
about the world, the lucky husband
of a very attractive woman, a weal-
thy woman constantly followed by
admiring glances, and sly comment.
In the years to tome be would drop
out of the famous company of the
unknown few. Engineers would no
John bad a cigar and she lit a match, longer refer to him, seriously, among
capped tho flame in her bands and them selves. Newer and greater work*
held it for him, bendiag * lose 4o him Hhmld^ rise, men would forget him,
Tashi had gone. j long before his death.
Josephine drew her feet up on the! g„cb dreams came to him. He
Iouijk<‘, and propped by cushion*. tried to enthuse himself with visions
blew smoke wreath* toward tbs fire, of Josephine, with mind pictures of
Tnsbl returned with n tray. Both soft nights, velvet nights of love,
took Curaco. j and loag delicious mornings, in bed.
"John, you must tell me about "Rats," he kept repesting. The in-
activity of the afternoon was wcary-
your adventures, /fa South America
For n long while they Hiked, aim- j *»E-
lessly. The Boise* of the city were He
dim. Memories grow about the j
flames. John glanced up at the
painting of Gilbert Van Horn, life-
like under the light.
' Then they sat in sileoce. Suddenly
Josephine reached in a fold of her
bodice aad draw forth a package,
handing U to John. "Thaea belong
to you, John—I've kept them, you
see." The letter* were In his hand,
the outpourings of bia fresh en-
thusiasm, the ones in which be told
bar of the aqueduct, and of bis
pinna. She had kept them through It
all. She stood before him, against
the firelight, a presence outlined, her
shimmering dress aflame. An un-
easy fear bald his breath. "John,"
and then she was on her buses, her
bead buried In bis lap, sobbing. Her
soft breasts pressed against bis
knses, her hair glowed under him in
the light, "I have always loved you
—always!" Sbe looked up, tears
gltstoned like stars; ob, sbe was
beautiful!
Hts cigar bad fallen, ho lifted her.
Her face so close to bis. Tbe years
aped away. Over the mantlepiece,
Gilbert Van Horn looked down on
tkem wbtle Josephine poured out
her heart. Jobn, careasing hsr, bis
hungry soul crying for love, held
her close. Life, what Is it? Wbat
ars tbe thing* that count? Why are
we here? In tbe sub-conscious balf-
Jlgbt of. tbe mind, under tbe patter
of love, be seemed to know. Jose-
phine, in a feverish impulse, poured
forth her strong affection. Sbe bad
jilted him, aud now, at laat, sbe
bad relented!
, "1 am tired of this place. We
will leave, John, leave it all. We
will travel, we will live In aunshlne,
The world has much to offer us."
Josephine and John sat on tbs wide
lounge, be held her, her bead on
bis shoulder, hor bunds clasping his,
It had been a long, long road, but
at last, at last—
I “You know I’ve sold the bouse,
they are going to build an annea to
tbe hotel next door. Everything ia
changing, tbe people are changing.
The best New Yorkers now live
abroad most of the time. Oh, John,
bow glad I am that you found me."
| Jobn wga on fire, be kissed her
brutally, carelessly. He held her
close and looked Into her eyea. “Why
can’t we get married, now, to-
night?”
"No, Jobn, dear. No! no! We
will leave tomorrow—night. I have
ao many thing* to settle. Tbe mov-
ers and storage people will be in
early tomorrow, i want to get some
of my things in order. Go back
to the club, llhe a good boy, to-
night. Get your things packed. !
will put my things in the small car
trunk. Wa’U taka the coach, motor
to Philadelphia, get married, John.
•t laat. And then, after a while, we
can come back and aettle things here,
and go, go away for a few years.
Oh I am ao tired of New York.”
• Late, very late, John Breen klsaed
Josephine and left.
' John's last day In the reala of
uaoertulnty passed swiftly. He got
up early, tubbed and took a brisk
walk. Then he sent off a cable to
Loadon. "Cannot accept China poet."
That, for that) He packed • small
trunk, whistling the while. Several
tlmea. he almost phoned Harboard
and Pug. "No use. III wire from
Philadelphia." Were they to be
married before, or after? He won-
dered. Josephine had a very pussUag
way about her.
' Ha called her up at aooa. "Come
after dinner." she laughted delicious-
ly. “There's a moon tonight, for the
elopement. We'H pick up your things
dared not look out on tbe
nearer the light. A
Mack car had com* to rest
him. slleatly, a grett car with car-
tains drawn. It was behind him with
dimmed headlights, like groat eyes,
as if a moom.tr tavesdropper was
trying to r*ad the note also.
John slanted up at the lighted win
dows. He teemed to hear the notes
ef the piano. Josephine was widest
ly staging, playiag. She wsa ao
down ready, waiting tor him. The
footman passed him. Jobn caught a
waft of scent, a man with n scent,
possibly perfttm Josephine. The ares
door opened. Tashi and the footgun
brought out and were strapping s
patent Itafker trunk on the rear
carrier. It was all real eaough.
John looked. There vs< plenty of
room for another trunk. The area
door clanged behind the men. He
thought he saw Josephine part the
heavy library curtains and look out.
He must be quick. Again toe read
tbe note, it was very concise; it was
insistent.
The whole overwhelming problem
swam before bis eyes. Josephine,
and foreign lands, palace hotels, long
hours in exotic bedrooms, caresses,
kisses, endearments, her rich hair
tumbling over white pillows in a cat-
aract of gold, Soft whispering allure-
ments. Stupid dinners, tiresome peo-
F
Black* Lome Dice
Winning* in Jail;
ARTHUR 3QUYRE9
CouUnfi pay final
r r^|fr> f
Uoosioo. Teens.— Eight MgroM.}
*rr***ed for die* shouting piqued j
(Texas ead Lautataan)
Jude# Lancet*** Kieg. curiosity
Wruerud*y her* use. though winner*,
‘hay rould eat pay fie**.
Member Amerfeaa Institute eg
"Haven't you aM any euuyr he
asked-
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Tfa* replied on*, "we lout It all
ia a trap gassw to to* jeto."
Tyler, Tense
VViu-n tbe Psgesut of Citrus de-
picts th« development of the Lower
Mia Grande Valley's
citrus industry soon. Miss Mar-
guerite Daniel, of Mission, Texas,
will lie crowned Queen Citrcsnus
I. The coronation witl be held
during the first annual Texas Cit-
rus Fiesta at Mission. .
Chief
you.
Engineer. The city needs
Almon Btrauss.
"John was on flro, he kissed hor
clooo and looked into hor eyts,
tonight?"
brutally, oaroloaaly.
"Why can’t wo got
Ho hold hor
married, now,
streets. Ho bad dinner in tbe club.
He arranged to give up his room.
‘Til he buck for iny small trunk to-
night A motor trip. Hold my mall."
John grew nervous, as tbe time
came for hla departure, He kept
wondering wbat be would do. Jo-
sephine certainly was a superb wo-
man. Tbe experiences of tbe night
before kept gripping him. He hardly
knew whether be had captured her,
or whether sbe had captured him.
Several messages came for him at
tbe laat moment. "Tell everybody
I’m gone, for a few days.”
Mr. Wild of the old aqueduct fight
came in as Jobn was leaving. He
had not seen Wild for years. It
was with a genuine pang of regret
that be hurried out, and walked up
Fifth Avenue in the cool dusk. Bo
he severed one of those loyalties men
feel for each other, those strong
bonda of friendship transcending even
love; love which demands so much
because of Its giving.
As he walked north, ho gradually
Increased hla pace. He would get to
Josephine at eight o’clock. It waa a
splendid Idea of hera to atart the
journey by night, In that huge lux-
urious chariot, rolling like a separate
little universe acroaa the smooth
roads of New Jersey, under a clear
moon. The curtains would be drawn.
The driver and footman, automatons,
efficient nonentities, looking ahead,
might think their heads off, for all
she or he cared. It was this flair
for unusual adventure which mada
her so entrancing. John wondered
what she would wear,
As he turned east, past the hotel,
he stopped for a moment. His hand
waa la his pocket. He should have
sent flowers, brought a ring, or have
done a half doien things that any
competent lover would have attend-
ed to. Hla hand fished up an envel-
ope. He remembered the note amid
the crowd of things that came to
him on leaving the club. With the
sight and handabake of old Wild, In
the flurry, he had forgotten It.
He stood In front of the Van Horn
home. He was about to go up the
steps. Then he thought Perhaps
thorn waa something In the note he
should know, before leaving with
Josephine? He tore open the en-
velop* under the street light. Hie’
eyea followed the brief lines, they
blurred and clarified, and magnified.
His coat seemed very warm. He
hooked his stick over hla arm and
pie, alien towns, queer uninteresting
time-destroying play; spats boredom.
There was the beginning of the
road; she was ready to take him
from his city, to carry him away,
to make him forget.
Perhaps sbe bad seen him. The
curtains were drawn to. Even then
she might be coming down, running
eagerly toward him. The great car
frightened hliq. It would carry them
far, far away from the city, for-
ever.
The lines of the short letter burn-
ed in hla band. Ho had no need
to again peruse them.
• • •
Dear John:
Gan you join me at nine o'clock
tonight, at my Wall Street office?
Am arranging hundred million dol-
lar foundation. We muat stop
planning and begin to rebuild the
tenements. Offer you full charge
of construction, as Director and
......... in. i
Tire hone? door opened; it was
only Ta*hi, but Jobn Breen without
looking, turned hastily and walked
east toward Mull son Avenue, across
Park Avenue, toward Third. Halfway
down the block his attention was
attracted to a lighted window of a
ba.cm.nl resident and within was
a scene that paused his steps. A
mother, seated with child on her
lap, both looking up in smiling as-
surance into the face of the father
bending over them. Jobn Breen
stood transfixed. Blowly he turned;
slowly he started to retrace his steps.
Suddenly the full import of tbe de-
cision ho bad yet failed to make
came upon him. An his fine mind
grasped tbe facts bis step quickened.
"My work , . , or my Josephine , , ,
which?" he muttered aloud ns if
seeking to know that all tbe years
were summed up in those few words.
"First love wins,” said John Breen,
s great light of happiness coming to
his face. *
He pressed the bell. Josephine,
herself, stood in the door before
him. In her eyea was that look
which only one man ever sees , ,
Into the soul.
"My love ... my first, my only
love,” said Josephine as Jobn Breen
took her in bis arms.
THE END.
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The Panola Watchman (Carthage, Tex.), Vol. 60, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 8, 1932, newspaper, December 8, 1932; Carthage, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth900801/m1/3/: accessed June 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Sammy Brown Library.