Pardners by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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"'Most dead. Notice of the divorce done it. He's in bad shape yet.' Morrow never had a sick day in his life, but I stomped both feet on the soft pedal, and pulled out the tremulo stop. "'Oh! Oh!' Her voice was soft, though she still stood like a birch. "'Little girl,' I laid a hand on her shoulder. 'We both love that boy. Come, now, what is the matter?' "She flashed up like powder. "'Matter? I thought he was a gentleman, even though he didn't love me; that he had a shred of honour, at least. But no! He went to Alaska and made a fortune. Then he squandered it, drinking, fighting, gambling, and frittering it away on women. Bah! Lewd creatures of the dance-halls, too.' "'Hold up! Your dope sheet is way to the bad. There's something wrong with your libretto. Who told you all that?' "'Never mind. I have proof. Look at these, and you dare to ask me why I left him?' "She dragged out some pictures and throwed 'em at me. "'Ah! Why didn't I let the kid kill him?' says I, through my teeth. "The first was the gambling-room of the Reception. There stood Morrow with the men under foot; there was the bottles and glasses; |
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