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THE PERRYSBURG, OHIO, JOURNAL. FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1913.
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mil Cnnnon, tho bonanza king, and his
daughter. Hose, who had passed up Mrs.
Cornelius Rynn's ball nt San Krnnclseo to
mccompany nor father, arrlvo at Antelope.
"Domlnlck Ryan cnlls on his muther to
beg a ball Invitation for his wife, nml Is
refused. The determined old lady refuses
to recognize her dniiKhter-ln-laxv. Dom
lnlck had been trapped Into a marriage
with Bornlco Ivcrsan, a. steiiO(?rnpher,
neveral years his senior. She squanders his
I money, they have frequent qunricls, nnd
ho slips away. Cannon und his dnughtor
are snowed In at Antelope. Domlnlck
Ilyan Is rescued from storm In uncon
Inclous condition and brought to Antelope
hotel. Antclopo In cut off by storm. Roso
.Cannon nurses Domlnlck back to life.
Two weeks later Bornlco discovers In a
paper where husband Is and writes Iottcr
I trying to smooth over difficulties between
them Domlnlck at last Is able to Join
I fellow snowbound prisoners In hotel par-
lor. He loses temper over talk of Buford.
'an nctor. After three weeks, end of Im
jprlsonment Is seen. Telegrams and mall
Inrrlve. Domlnlck gets letter from wife.
iTclls Hose he doesn't love wife, and never
!dld. Stormbound people begin to depart.
iHose and Domlnlck embrace, father sees
Ithcm and demands nn explanation, nose's
itirother Gene Is made manager of ranch,
,4ind Is to get It If ho stays sober a year.
Cannon expresses sympathy for Doml
nlck's position In talk with Rose. Doml
nlck returns home. Bciny exerts herself
to please him, but he Is Indifferent. Can
non calls on Mrs. Ryan. They discuss
Domlnlck's marriage difficulties, and Can
non suggests buying on Bcrny. Domlnlck
goes to park on Sunday with Berny nnd
'family, sees Miss Cnnnon. bows to her
nnd starts uneasiness In Berny. In Mrs.
Rynn's name Cannon offers Berny $30,000
to leave her husband and permit divorce.
She refuses. Domlnlck sees Rose. Cor
nelia Ryan engaged to Jnck Duffy. Cnn
non offers Bcrny $100,000 and Is turned
lown. Berny tells sisters of offer. Bu
ford. the nctor, makes a hit In vaudeville.
Rose tells Domlnlck that ho must stick
to wife, and first time acknowledges that
she loves him. Cannon offers Bcrny $300,
XW which Rhe refuses, saving Cnnnon
wnnts Domlnlck for Rose. Gene wins tho
Tanch. Berny accuses Rose of trying to
stfal her husband and tells her of the of
CHAPTER XVII. Continued.
"You didn't know anything about It
then" tho wife said sullenly, wanting
still to bo defiant and finding all her
defiance overwhelmed by an invading
-sensation of feeling small, mean and
"Know it?" said the girl, letting a
glance of scorn touch tho questioner.
""Know it and let it go on? But I sup--pose
you've a right to ask me such a
"I guess I have," said Berny, but her
voice did not have any assurance of
Iter conviction on tho subject. It
sounded flat nnd spiritless.
"You have. You seem to me to have
a right to say anything savage nnd
tingry and Insulting. And I can only
say to you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I
ask your pardon for mo and for the
others. And that doesn't make It, any
-easier for you to bear, qr do you any
Berny swallowed .dryly and said:
"No, It doesn't."
"All I can do now Is to promise you
that It stops today and for ever.
You'll never bo bothered again by any
thing of tho kind. You can go back to
jour homo and feel that never again
-will any one belonging to mo try to
come between you and your husband.
I can't say any more. I can't talk
.about it. Good-by."
She turned away as she spoke and
without a backward look walked rap
idly down tho gravel walk to the
street. With an immovable, unwink
ing gaze, Berny followed her figure as
it melted into the fog. It seemed only
a moment before it was gone, appear
ing to dissolve Into tho curd-like cur
rents that surrounded It.
Berny sat without moving on the
bench, Btaring In the direction In
which It had disappeared. Her hands
lay limp In her lap, the fog beaded in
a. crystal hoar on her clothes. Sho did
not notice its growing chill nor the
rapid downcomlng of the dark. Her
body was aB motionless as a statue,
but her mind wns like a still, rankly
overgrown lake, suddenly churned In
to activity by unexpected gales of
The Wall Across tho Way.
It was dark when Roso reached
Tiome. She had walked rapidly, me
chanically taking familiar turns, crest
ing the long slope of tho hill at a
panting speed, rounding corners where
gushes of light revealed her as a dark,
flitting figure hurrying by almost at
She was as oblivious to her sur
roundings as Berny, left motionless on
the park bench. Never before In her
life had anything like this touched her.
'Such few troubles as sho had known
had been thoso of a sheltered domes
tic life tho life of a cherished child
whose dainty self-respect had never
been blurred by a coarse breath. Now
had como this horrible revelation. It
shook tho pretty world she had lived
in like an earthquake. Idols lay
broken in tho dust. She had often
seen her father rough and biutnl as
ho was to Gene, but that was a dif
ferent thing to her father's buying
that wretched woman's husband, buy
ing him for her, Berny's face rose up
on tho darkness with its pitiful nsBump
itlon of Jaunty bravado, its mean
shrewishness under tho coating of
jpowder and rouge,
"How could they do It?" tho girl
panted to herself. "How could they
-ever do such a thing?"
She did not suspect Domlnlck, Sho
could not htivo believed ho was party
-to such an action unless bo had told
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her so with his own lips. As sho hur
ried on tho thought that this was tho
woman he had bound himself to for
tho rest of his life mingled with
tho other more poignantly-hateful
thoughts, with a last sickening sense
of wretchedness. The sudden, aghast
consciousness of chaos, of an abrupt
demolishing of tho pleasant, familiar
settings of a life that never comes to
some, came to Rose that evening as
she ran home through tho fog.
Sho entered the houso noiselessly
and sped up to her room. It was time
to dress for dinner, and an old worn-nn-servnnt
who had onco been her
nurse was waiting to help her. The
mistress and maid wero on terms of
affectionate intimacy and tho progress
of the toilet wns generally enlivened
by gossip and laughter. Tonight the
girl was singularly silent,- responding
with monosllables and sometimes not
at all to the remarks of her assistant.
As tho woman drew the fastenings of
the dress together, sho could feel that
tho body tho gown clipped so closely
quivered, Hko tho casing of machinery,
vibrating to powerful concussions
The silenco that continued to hold
her throughout dinner passed unno
ticed, as Gene was there and enlivened
the passage of the meal by contrib
uting an almost unbroken stream of
talk. Tho night before he had been to
a play, tho plot of which, and its de
velopment in four acts, he now related
with a fullness of detail which testi
fied to the closeness of his attention
and tho accuracy of his memory. As
each course was removed from the
table, and tho young man could once
more give his undivided attention to
the matter of discourse, he leaned
back In his chair and took up the
dropped thread with a fresh zest and
some such remarks as:
"In the beginning of the next act,
the hero comes In with his hat on,
and first he says" and so on.
With each of these renewals of the
narrative the Bonanza King subsided
againBt his chair-back In a limp atti
tude, staring with gloomy fixity at his
boy, and expelling his breath In a long
audiblo rush of air, which was some
times a sigh and sometimes ap
proached the proportions of a groan.
At the end of dinner, when Gene
announced his intention of leaving as
he was to attend a vaudeville perform
ance, the old man began to show signs
of reviving animation, going so far as
politely to ask his son where he was
going and with whom. His manner
was marked by a warm, hearty encour
agement, as he said:
''Get the whole vaudeville program
down by heart, Gene, and you can tell
It to us tomorrow night. There'll be
about isvelve parts to it, and Rose can
order two extra courses for dinner,
and we might hire some men with
stringed instruments for an accom
paniment." Gene, with Innocent. good-Uumor, re
"All right, father, I'll give it my best
attention, and If there's anything es
pecially good, I'll report to you. You
and Rose might like to go some night."
His father, disappointed that his
shaft had made no impression upon
the young man's Invulnerable ami-
The Old Man's Face Became a Study.
ability, emitted a scornful snort, and
made no further responso to Gcno's
cheery "Good n'"ht."
"There," ho said, In tones express
ing his relief, as tho portloro dropped
behind his son's departing figure, "he's
gone! Now, Rosoy, you and I can
have n talk."
"Yes," said his daughter, looking nt
her coffee-cup, "that'B what I wanted.
I want to have a long talk with you
"Fire away," said tho old man, "I've
had to llBten to that fool for nn hour,
and It's brokep my spirit. You can
say anything you Hko,"
"Not hero," said his daughter; "n
tho sitting-room. I'll go in there and
walv for you."
"Why not hprq? What's the matter
with horo7 I like it hottor than tho
Blttlng-room. I'm more comfortable."
"No, thq servants will want to clear
tho things nway, nnd I don't want
them to hoar what I say."
"Toll tho Eorvanta to go to hell,"
said tho old man, who, rclloved by
Gono's departure, was bocomlng moro
"No, this is something something
serious. I'll go Into tho sitting-room
nnd wnlt for you. When you've fin
ished your coffee, como In."
Sho roso from her chair and walked
to the door. Ho noticed that sho was
unusually unsmiling and It occurred
to him that sho had been so all
"What la It, honey," ho said, extend
ing his hand toward her, "short on
"Oh, no, It's just just sotncthlng,"
she eald, lifting tho portiere. "Como
when you're ready, I'll bo thore."
She walked up tho hall to the sitting-room
nnd there sat down in a low
chair before tho chlmnoy-plece. Tho
chill of tho fog hnd ponetrated tho
houso and a fire had been kindled In
tho grate. On its quivering fluctuation
of flame sho flxed her eyes. With her
hands pressed between her knees sho
sat Immovable, thinking of what sho
was going to say, and so nervous that
the blood sang In her cars and the
palms of her hands, clasped tight to
gether, were damp. Sho had nevor In
her life shrunk so beforo an allotted
task. It sickened her nnd, she was de
termined to do it, to thresh It out to
the eid. When she heard her father's
step In the passage her heart began
to beat like a woman's waiting for her
lover. Sho straightened herself and
drew an inspiration from the bottom
of her lungs to try to give herself
breath wherewith to speak.
The old man flung himself Into nn
arm-chair at one side of tho fireplace,
jerked a small table to his elbow,
reached crcakingly for an ash tray,
and, having mndo himself comfortable,
took his cigar from his mouth and
"Well, let's hear about this serious
matter that's making you look like a
"It is serious," she said slowly. "It's
something that you won't like to hear
"Hit me with it," he said, wonder
ing a little what it could be. "Gene's
gone and a child could eat out of my
Looking into tho fire, Rose said:
"I was out walking this afternoon
and down in the Union Street plaza a
woman stopped me. I'd never seen
her before. She was Mrs. Domlnlck
The old man's face became a study
A certain whimsical tenderness that
was generally In it when he spoke to
his daughter vanished as if by magic.
It was as if a light had gone out. He
continued to look at her with some
thing of blankness in his countenance,
as if, for the first moment of shock,
every faculty was held In suspense,
waiting for the next words. He held
his cigar, nipped between a pair of
stumpy fingers, out away from him
over the arm of the chair.
"Well," he said quietly, "and what
had she to say to you?"
"The most disagreeable things I
think any one ever said to me in my
life. If they're true, they're just too
dreadful " she stopped, balking from
the final disclosure.
"Suppose you tell me what they
were?" he said with the same almost
"She said that you and Mrs. Ryan
were offering her money a good deal
of money, three hundred thousand dol
lars was the amount, I think to leave
her husband so that he could get a
divorce from her, and then " she
swallowed as if to swallow down this
last unbearable Indignity "and then
be free to marry me."
So Berny had told all. If deep, un
spoken curses could have killed her,
sho would have died that moment.
"Is It true?" Rose asked.
"Well, yes," said the old man In a
perfectly natural tone of dubious con
sideration, "it's a fairly accurate state
ment." "Oh, papa," cried his daughter,
"how could you have dono It? How
could you have done such a thing?
Such a hateful, horrible thing."
"Horrible thing?" he repeated with
an air of almost naive astonishment.
"What's horrible about It?"
"You know. I don't have to tell
you; you know. Don't say to mo that
you don't think it's horrible. Don't
mako me feel as if we were suddenly
thousands of mites apart."
Tho Bonanza King knew that In
many matters, in most matters involv
ing questions of ethics, they wero
moro thousands of miles apart than
she even now Buspected. That was
one of tho reasons why ho would have
liked to kill Berny, who, for tho first
time, had brought this dissimilarity In
their points of view to his daughter's
unwilling consideration. Ho spoko
slowly and vaguely to gain time. Ho
knew It was a critical moment In tho
relations between himself' and tho ono
creature in tho world ho loved.
"I don't want you to feel that way,
dearie," ho said easily. "Maybe there
are things In this matter you don't
know about or understand. And, any
way, what's there bo horrible in try
ing to separate a man and woman who
are unhappily married "and can't bear
the Bight of each other?"
"You wero separating them for me,"
Bho Bald In a low voice.
"Well, now," ho answered with a
slight rocking movement of his shoul
ders and a manner of almost bluff dep
recation, "I can say that I wasn't, but
suppose I was?"
She paid no attention to tho last
part of tho sentence, and replied:
"Tho woman said you were."
Ho did not answer for a mlnuto, tho
truth being that ho did not know what
it was best to say, and wanted to
wait and let her mako statements that
he could either contradict or seek to
"What made you think I wanted to
marry Domlnlck Ryan ?" sho said slow
ly, hor oyes on tho Are,
This was a question thnt wont to
tho core' of tho subject. Ho know now
he could not put hor off, or slip from
the responsibilities of tho occasion.
Drawing himself to tho edge of his
chnlr, ho leaned forward and Bpoke
with a sincerity nnd fooling that mado
his words vory Impressive.
"Ono evening when I was at Ante
lope, I came into tho sitting-room nnd
saw my daughter In tho arms of Doml
nick Ryan. I know thnt my girl wasn't
the woman to let n man do thnt unless
sho loved him. That wus how I enmo
"Oh," said Roso In a faint tone.
"Afterward I heard from Domlnlck
of what his marriage was. I heard
from his mother, too. Thon I saw his
wlfo and I got a better idea from her
what it was than I did from either of
tho others. That fellow, the man my
daughter cared for, waB tied up in a
marriage that was hell. He wa3 bound
to a woman who could only bo man
aged with a club, nnd Domlnlck was
not tho kind that uses a club to n
woman. What liking he'd had for
her was gone. Sho stuck to him like
a barnaclo because sho wanted to get
money, was ready to hang on, feet and
hands, till Delia Ryan wns dead and
then put up a claim for a share of tho
estate. Do you thbak a man's doing
such a horrible thing to break up n
marriage like that?"
"Yes," said Rose, "I do. It was a
marriage. They'd taken each othor
for better or for worse. They'd made
tho most solemn promises to each oth
er. Neither you nor any ono else had
a right to iuterfere."
She spoke with a hard determina
tion, with something of an Inflexible,
unrelenting posltlveness, that was
very unusual in her, which surprised
and, for tho moment, silenced her fa
ther. It roso from a source of convic
tion deeper than tho surface emotions
of likes and dislikes, of lovea and
hates, of personal satisfactions nnd
disappointments. At tho core of her
being, with roots extending through
all tho ramifications of her mental
and moral nature, was a belief In the
inviolability of tho marriage tie. It
was n conviction founded on neither
tradition, nor reason, nor expediency,
a thing of impulse, of sex, an heredi
tary instinct Inherited from genera
tions of virtuous women, who, In the
days of tticir defenselessness, as In
the days of their supremacy, knew
that the most sacred possessions' of
their lives their husbands, their chil
dren, their homes rested on Its sta
bility. All the small, individual preoc
cupations of her love for Domlnlck,
her pity for his sufferings, were swept
aside by this greater feeling that she
did" not understand or reason about.
Sho obeyed an Instinct, elemental aB
the instinct of motherhood, when sho
refused to admit his right to break
the bond he had contracted.
Her father stared at her for the mo
ment, chilled by a sense of unfamlll
nrlty in her sudden assumption of an
attitude of challenge and authority.
He had often heard her Inveigh against
the divorces so lightly obtained In tho
world about them. He had thought It
one of those pretty ornamental preju
dices of hers, that so gracefully
adorned her youth and that he liked
fher to have when they did not inter
fere with anything of Importance.
Now, set up like a barrier in the path,
he stopped before this one particular
prejudice, perplexed at Its sudden In
trusion, unwilling to believe that it
was not a frail, temporary obstruction
to bo put gently aside.
"Now listen, honey," ,sald ho per
suasively, "that's all very well. I've
got no right to interfere, nnd neither,
we'll admit, has anybody. But some
times you have to push away these
little rights and polite customs.
They're very nlco for every-day ubo,
but they're not for big occasions. I
suppose the Good Samaritan didn't
really have any right to stop and bind
up tho wounds of the man he found by
the wayside. But I guess the feller he
bound up was almighty glad that the
Samaritan didn't have such a respect
for etiquette and wait till he'd found
somebody to Introduce them."
"Oh, papa, that was different. Don't
confuse mo and make me seem a
fool. I can't t?llc Hko yu- I can't
express It all clearly and shortly. I
only know It's wrong; It's a sin. I
wouldn't marry Domlnlck Ryan if he
was divorced that way if It killed me
to give him up."
"So if the woman voluntarily took
tho money and went away and got
Domlnlck to grant her the divorce,
Domlnlck being, as we know, a man
of good record and spotless honor,
you'd refuse to marry him?"
"I would, certainly I would. It would
bo perfectly impossible for mo to mar
ry him under those circumstances. I
should consider I was committing a
sin, a particularly horrible and unfor
"Seo hero now, Rosoy, Just listen to
me for a minute. Do you know what
Domlnlck Ryan's marrlago is? I don't
suppose you do. But you do know that
he married his mistrcsa, a woman who
lived with him eight months before ho
mado hor his wlfo. Sho wasn't an in
nocent young girl by any means. Sho
know all right whero sho wns going
Sho established that relation with him
with the intention of 'marrying him.
She's a darned smart woman, and u
darned unscrupulous one. That's not
tho kind of woman a man feels any
particular rospoct for, or that a girl
Hko you'd give a lot of sympathy to,
"I don't see, that that would mako
any difference," sho said. "I'm not
thinking of her character, I'm thinking
of her rights'
''And don't her character and her
rights sort of dovetail into each
, "No, I don't seo that thoy do. Tho
law's above tho clmractor or the per-
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"Oh, Rosey, dear, you're talking Hko
a book, not like a girl who's got to live
in a world with ordinary people in
modern time3. This woman that you're
arguing about a.3 If sho was the moth
er of the Grauchl, hasn't got any more
morality or principle than you could
put on the point of a pin."
"She's been quite good and proper
since her marriage."
"Well, now, let's leave her and look
at Domlnlck's side. He marries her
honorably and lives with her for near
ly threa years. Every semblance of
affection that he had for her gets
rubbed off In thoso three years, every
illusion goes. He's tied to a woman
that he can't stand. Ho went up to
Antelope that time because they'd had
some sort of a scrap and he felt he
couldn't breathe in the same house
with her. He told mo himself that
they'd not lived as man and wife for
nearly a year. Now, I don't know
what you're going to say, but I think
to keep on living in that state is all
wrong. I'll borrow your expression. I
think it's a sin."
She answered doggedly:
"It's awful, but she's his wife. OH.
If you'd seen her face when she talked
to mo, hor thin, mean, common face,
all painted and powdered and so mis
erable!" He thought sho was wavering, that
he saw In this unreasonable, illogical
dodging of tho point at issue a sign of
defeat, and he pushed his advantage.
"And you a girl of heart and feel
ing Hko you would condemn that man
and wonian to go on living that He,
that useless, purposeless He? I can't
understand It. What good cornea of
it? What's 'the necessity for it? Do
you realize what a man Domlnlck
might bo If 'he was married to tho
right woman, and had a decent home
where he could live like a Christian?
Why, he'd be a different creature.
He'd have a future. He'd mako his
place in tho community. All the
world would bo before him, and he'd
mount up to where ho belongs. And
what is he now? Nothing. All tho
best In him's paralyzed by this hell of
a box he'B got himself Into. Tho man's
Just withering up with despair."
It was almost too much. ' For a mo
ment she did not answer, then said in
a small voice Hko a child's:
"You're making this very hard for
"My God, Rosoy;" ho cried, exas
perated, "you're making It hard for
yourself. It's you with your cast-iron
prejudices, and your obstinacy, who
aro making It hard."
"Well, I've got them," sho said, ris
ing to her feet. "I've got them, nnd
they'll stay with mo till I die. .Noth
ing's going to change me in this. I
can't arguo and reason about them.
They're part of me."
Sho approached tho mantelpiece,
and, leaning a hand on it, looked down
at tho fire. Tho light gilded tho front
of her dress and played on her face,
dfipwn-drooped and full of stern de
alsion. "It's quite truo," sho said slowly,
"that I love Domlnlck. I lovo him with
tho best I've got. It's truo that I
would like to bo his wlfo. It would bo
a wonderful happiness. Hut I can't
have It, and so three's no good think
ing about it, or trying to bring it
about. It can't be, and we you too,
papa must givu It up." '
He pressed himself back in his chair,
looking at her with lowering, somber
disapprobation- a look he had seldom
had cause to levol at his daughter
"So you're going to condoran this
poor dovll, who loves you and whom
you say you lovo, to a future that's ga
ins to kill any hopo in him 7 You're
going to Buy to him: 'You can bo free,
have tho woman you want for your
wife, but I forbid all that, and I'm go
ing to send you back to prison.' I
can't seem to believe that It's my
Rosey who's saying tVat, and who's so
hnrd and Inhuman."
Rose turned from tho fire. Ho
noted an expression almost of auster
ity on her face that was as new to
him as the revelation of obstinacy and
Indifference to his will she had shown
"Papa, you tfon't understand what I .
feel. It's not what you want, or what
I want, or what Domlnlck wants. It'a
not what's going to please ub and
make us comfortablo and hnppy. It's
something that's much more Impor
tant than that. I can't mako Doml
nlck happy and let him mako his life
a success at tho expense of that wom
an. I can't take him out of prison, as
you call It, because he's got a re
sponsibility in the prison, that ho vol
untarily took on himself, and that
he's got to stand by. A man can't
stay by his marriage only as long aa
it's pleasant. He can't throw down
tho woman he's made his wife Just
because he finds he doesn't like her.
If Bho's been disagreeable that's a
misfortune, but it doesn't liberate him
from the promises he's mado."
"Then you think when a man Hko
Domlnlck Ryan, hardly moro than a
boy, makes a mlBtakc thnt ruins his
life, he's got to stay by it?"
"Yea, ho must. He'B given a solemn
promise. He must keep it. Mistake
or sin doesn't matter."
Tho old man was silent. He had
presented his caso as strongly and per
suasively as he knew how, and ho had
lost It. There was no longer any uss
In arguing with that unshakable fem
inine obstinacy, rooted, not in reason
but in something rock-like, off which
the arguments of reason harmlessly
glanced. Ho had a dim, realizing scubo
that at tho bottom of tho woman's 11
logical, whim-driven nature, there was
that Indestructible foundation of
blind, governing instincts, and that in
them lay her power.
"I guess that lets mo out," ho said,
turning to knock off the long ash on
his clgnr. "I guess thero's no use.
Rosoy, for you and me to try to coma
to nn agreement on this matter."
"No, thero Isn't. And don't let's
talk about It any moro." Sho turned
from the flro and came toward him.
"But you must promlso mo one thing
that that woman Is to bo let alone,
that no one you or any ono you havo
any control over makes any mdro of
fers of money to her."
She camo to a stand bcsldo his
chair. Ho wanted to hold out his
hand to her as was his custom when
she stood near him, but ho was afraid
that sho might not t ko It.
"Yes, I can promino that," ho said.
"I'll not offer hor any moro monoy. I
don't want to see hor again, God
It was nn easier promise to mako
than Rose guessed. The old man, un
der an air of mild concurrenco In her
demands, experienced a Bensatlon of
cynical amusement nt tho thought that
tho JlrBt move lot a reopening of nego
tiations must como from Berny.
t "Oh, yes, I'll promlso that," ho Bald
amicably.. "You needn't bo afraid that
I'm going to go on offering her n for
tune. Tho thing's been dono, the
woman's refused it, and thore It
I've no desire to open it.
(TO BE! CONTINUED.)
Iced champagne, black currant Jolly
nnd Boda water aro among tho articles
of diet which a prisoner In hospital
can choose at Wnndsworth prison.
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