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the $2,500 engagement ring. He
slipped it into his vest pocket.
Johnson and the" Cameron girl
began to dance, a wild, Barbary
Coast bear. The guests sat around
the sides of the room and watched
them with open admiration.,
Johnson's mother, Mrs. Tina
Johnson, had disappeared. A re
porter found' her in the kitchen,
weeping.., ' i
"It isn't about the marriage,"
she said. "I don't believe in op
posing my children., I like to
have them do everything they
- want, and I like what they want
myself."
"Do you think Lucille Cam
eron loves your son?" the reporter
"I don't know," she said. "Per
haps she does. I loved Jack's
father, Mr. Johnson, but perhaps
you wouldn't have loved him."
In the drawing room, a woman
newspaper reporter was over
come by indignation.
' "Just think of that brazen hus
sy standing up' and being-married
to a black man," shesaid.
Johnson towered over her.
"Get out of my house," he
yelled.
I will not, said thernewspaper
wo man j
"Then I'll have
out, said Johnson.
The woman newspaper
porter looked around al; the grin-
ning blacks, and decided to.gp.
In the rush to kiss Lucille Cam
eron made by the negroes, Henry
Johnson, Jack's brother, was
jammed up against Jack, and kiss
ed him full on the lips. j
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you. thrown
re-
Henry is about two stages
blacker than Jack, and of most
forbidding appearance. Jack
chased him all through the house
for kissing him.
The dancing became more and
more furious it. was the regular
Barbary Coast stuff.
Sig Hart, flushed with wine,,
appointed himself master of cere
monies. Mrs. Daniels disappeared, to
return in a few minutes dressed
like a veteran queen of burlesque..
A halt.was called in the middle
of the dancing sd the guests could
attack the wedding cake. It was
angel cake, with two white fig
ures on it, representing a bride
and groom.
Joe Levy, Johnson's white
valetr suggested that the figure x
of the groom should be painted
black.
, At the feast, Tohnson told his
bride that he guessed the mar
riage would stop the government
prosecution against him and that
he would take her to Paris.
The little white girl shrieked
with delight at the mention of
Paris. Johnson looked pleased,
and disappeared.
When he returned, he poured
into her lap the jewels that had
belonged to Etta Duryea Johnson,
his former white wife, who com
mitted suicide to end her misery.
It was only September 12 last
that the body of Etta Duryea
Johnson lay on a table in this
very drawing room, and Johnson
sobbed over it, telling everyone
how much he had lced her and
how well he had treated her.
