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It was about a week after Dora's
arrival -that she was awakaned one
night after 12 by the sounds of a
heavy body tolling up the stairs, and
apparently slipping down as fast as
it came up. Bump, bump, went the
footsteps. Dora flew to her door. On
the landing outside stood Mr. Went
worth. "Have you hurt yourself?" she
"Blesher, no," snorted Mr. Went
worth. "Gimme your hand, darling."
Dora looked at him in terror for
an instant. Then she flew into her
room and locked the door. The
wretch was drunk! Mr. Wentworth,
the. paragon, had come home intox
He did not appear at breakfast the
next morning, but Mrs. Wentworth
was as smiling and happy as usual.
And Dora dared not condole with
her on this terrible domestic afflic
tion until she said something.
Two days passed. Mr. Wentworth
looked at Dora as if he were a little
ashamed when they met Dora cut
him stonily. 'At last his wife asked
"Don't you know?" demanded
"I do hope you haven't quarreled
with Henry," said Mrs. Wentworth.
, "I thought we were all to be such
"Mrs. Wentworth," said Dora trag
ically, "your husband came home
drunk the other night .And he tried
to take my hand and called me 'darl
ing'." Mrs. Wentworth laughed cheerily.
"Is that all the trouble?" she asked,
cheerfufly. "Yes, Henry does go on
t a spree occasionally, and then he's
s .liable to do more than that I thought
he would have wanted to kiss you.
B,ut honest honey, he's a good sort
and I think the world of him. Now it
isn't like throwing pie at the cat,
just getting drunk, is it, dear? If he
were that sortof man "
But Dora fled to her room. And
the next evening something worse
"Help! Help!" came in shrill toneg
from'MrsStuart's room. w
The boarders rushed to the door,
Dora among them. Mr. Stuart was
seen within; he had his wife by the
throat and was pounding her unmer
cifully with Wb fists.
"Brute!" shrieked Dora, running
toward him. She snatched his fin
gers from his wife's neck and struck
him violently across the face. Mri
Stuart staggered back, dazed.
"How dare you lay your hands
upon my husband!" exclaimed Mrs.
Stuart, turning upon her.
"The brute!" cried Dora. "To
strike his wife!"
"I'll have you know, young woman,
that I don't allow Interference be
tween my husband and myself,"
snapped Mrs. Stuart. "Now -kindly
take yourself off to your own room
and leave Jim and me to settle our
differences in our own way."
'Dora staggered from the room
blindly. The boarders were congre
gated outside. "Too bad!" said lit
tle Mrs. demons sympathetically.
"Is that what you call it?" cried
Dora hysterically. "Too bad? Why
he was'beating his wife, beating her;
I never saw anything so outrageous
in my life! Listen! There he is at
In fact, Jim Stuart's voice was
loud enough to penetrate a dozen
"I'm sick of you, miserable fe
male!" he roared. "Get out of this
house. Don't let me see your face
again. It's sour enough to keep me i
in home-made vinegar for the rest of
my life. It's ugly enough to frighten
a strong elephant into convulsions.
Hire it out to go bulldog fighting, but
don't practice it on me."
"Jim, dear, don't get so excited,"
came his wife's smooth remon
strance. "You know it's bad for your
"Digestion be hangedr roared
Jim. "You black-ancj-tan whelp of a
blighted toadstool, you "
But Dora had fled to her own
room and locked herself in. Tha
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