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Belletonte, Pa., April 21, 1916.
The Governor's Lady.
[Continued from page 6, Col. 2.]
put me aside for a younger woman.
Now, no matter what you do, you
can’t get me back!”
“Now, Mary,” Slade begged, begin-
ning to feel that he was losing every-
thing worth while.
“I take off my ring” Mary con-
tinued, ignoring his interruption.
“Now it’s ended,” she finished as
she laid the ring on the table.
Slade strode up to her in the man-
ner which had kept her subdued all
the 30 years of their married life.
“You put that ring on again,” he com-i
manded. “It’s yours! You put that
ring on.” ‘
“No, sir! It’s off for good.” For
the first time Mary's attitude was one
of stubborn temper. She was enjoy-
Ing complete mastery for the first
time in her life. “Wild horses
couldn’t have got it off yesterday—I
thought it was part of my nature!.
But now, now I’m going to ask you to
go. I've got work to do. I'm closing
the house. I'm closing it for good—
forever.”
Mary had said all she had to say.
Now that her mind was made up, it
was characteristic of her to turn to
action. She started hurriedly and
noisily to clear up the table, scraping
the plates and piling them up ready
* to carry into the kitchen.
“For God's sake, nary, don’t!” pro-
tested ‘Slade, too bewildered to know
what to do or say.
“Go along,” urged Mary. as she put
the sugar bowl in its place on the
sideboard.
“Mary, if you persist in this, I'll
go back and I'll smash that house in
town—I'll smash it to pieces,” he
threatened. “I'll sell it. I'll give. it
away—break it up! That's what made
all this trouble! You know that! Try-
ing to live up to that d—d house.
You told me not to build it, and this
Is what I get for it.”
“Go back and smash it. You've
smashed other things that hurt me
worse.”
“Mary, you're not going to turn me
out of this house where we've lived
so long together?”
“You’ve turned yourself out. Go,
now.” Mary’s wrath gathered force
ps she repeated her command.
“Ah, come now, Mary—"
“You go,” warned Mary, “before I |
say something I'll regret.”
scarcely hearing what Slade was say-
ing now—her ears werg full of the
things he had said to her in her own
home, and that night in Senator
Btrickland’s library. : .
“Mary!” The one word was full of
protest and a plea for forgiveness.
“Go before I say it!” It was all
Mary could do to speak quietly.
“Mary!” again the word spoke vol-
umes.
“No use,” she replied, as she picked
ap a pile of dishes. “You pushed me
aside for a younger woman, and now
you go,” and with both hands full of
dishes she kicked the kitchen door
open with an angry foot, and pro-
ceeded to busy herself at the sink.
“Mary! See here!” he called. There
was no reply.
He walked absently to the sugar
bowl selected a lump of sugar and
started to eat it, brushing one hand
with the other, and then, still absent-
minded, ignored the napkin within
easy reach and wiped his fingers down
the front of his coat. It was the old
Dan Slade, a reversion to type.
Then he quietly picked up his hat
and gloves and coat. Mary heard
him going, and came back into the
room.
“Dan,” she said as she stretched
out her hand to him. “I can’t hate
you—I just can’t. We're going to say
good-by like two old friends.” He
took her hand eagerly and held it.
After a moment she pulled it away
and resumed picking up the dinner
things. Slade looked at her longingly
for a moment, then quietly opened
the door and was gone.
CHAPTER XIl.
New York was knee deep in a bliz-
zard that had been raging all day.
Sleet and snow swept and eddied in
blustering gales at every street cor-
ner. Taxicabs and motors plowed
their way along, their océupants bun-
dled up to their eyes in wraps and
furs. The few pedestrians breasting
the bitter east wind felt the cold to
thelr very marrow. With their shoul-
ders hunched and their heads bent
forward, they hurried along under the
lee of the buildings, envying the for-
tunates who could afford the shelter
of a cab.
One woman struggied bravely to
treep her umbrella up until she came,
‘0 the bright lights of a cheap res-
taurant, where, out of breath and
sovered with snow, she closed the
anwieldy and inadequate protection
ind went in. In her long fur coat
and her trim hat covered by a soft
gray veil, she seemed out of place as
she made her way to an empty table.
All around her were shabby figures,
chorus giris having some toast and
cocoa after the show, a pair of red-
faced chauffeurs, and all the other
typical patrons of the griddle-cake
restaurant. :
Laying aside her wraps and putting
her umbrella against the table, mind-
ful of the numerous signs which be-
trayed the fact that the management
was not responsible for lost articles,
she ordered a cup of coffee:and some
crackers and milk.
“Talk about your western bliz-
zards!” exclaimed one of the chauf-
feurs. “If this is a sample of your
She was |
eastern weather I'll stick to my job
with Governor Slade and you can
keep your job with Governor Sulzer.”
“Why didn’t you go into the hall
and listen to your boss talk?” asked
his companion.
“Say, did you ever hear the same
speech over and over? It’s a great
speech, but hearing it ever since we
left home—” the pause was signifi- |
cant.
“Do you go everywhere with your
boss?”
“You bet,” answered the other, “but
this is the first time we've been
East.”
“Say, they call your old man the ‘di-
vorced’ governor, don't they?” queried
Sulzer’s man.
“Yep.” Slade’s chauffeur
monosyllabic.
“Great note—a man runnin’ for of-
fice and being divorced at the same
time,” came the comment. “But he
got elected just the same. Governor
Sulzer said he was all right when he
put our car at his disposal.”
“But you noticed my old man want-
&d me on the box, too?” chuckled the
other. “When I'm not drivin’ I'm
along jest the same.”
“What do you do?”
lapsed
“Oh, answer questions mostly. He's |
a great responsibility—a governor is
—I have to keep my eye on him.”
“Why? Did they ever try to as-
sassinate him?”
“Nope! Nearest they came to it
was takin’ him through Central park
on your New York city pavements.
But they did present him with a baby
catamount in Carson City.
receive it.”
“What did Mrs. Slade do?” Sulzer’s
man was patently more interested in
the divorce than any other matter
connected with Governor Slade. “Was |
she a high-stepper?”
“Naw,” came the disgusted reply.
“Qh, I drift round,” Mary told him.
“I live near here. I got tired of ho-
tels, they're public and lonely. And
boarding houses—well, people are so
inquisitive. So I got a nice, pleasant
furnished room and go out for my
meals.
cozy. Is Mr. Slade well?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.”
“Yes, the governor's very well.”
“Do you make him wrap up nights—
weather like this? Do you get him
to put on his rubbers?” and her voice
-was very tender.
“I sure do,” laughed Jake. “I make
him do everything you did. That's
why I'm East with him.”
' “Youre a good boy, Jake,” and she
I had to
reached forward and patted his hand.
I come here because it's |
“Tell me, does he always get the
applause he did tonight?” she asked,
eagerly. “I was very proud. He got
three times as much as anyone else
I found myself applauding, tco.”
“You bet he does.” Jake was very
proud of his “old man.” “He gets
over. The other four western gov-
ernors we're traveling with—they
ain’t heard. Do you think you’ll ever
come West again, Mrs. Slade?”
“No,” answered Mary, decisively.
“I'm pushin’ right ahead. I'm going
to Europe next. Jake, I'm a citizen of
the world now.” .
[Continued next week.]
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“Well, what’d he do then that they !
got divorced.
“Say, are you looking for trouble? |
Where I come from they don’t criti- |
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don’t keep wom—" He stopped as
he realized that he was talking
loudly.
The little woman quietly eating
crackers and milk looked up as she
heard the old, familiar formula.
“Why, Jake!” she exclaimed in
quick surprise. The westerner jumped
up hastily and looked to see where
the voice came from. There was only
one voice as sweet and gentle as that;
it was the voice of a woman who had
been the best friend he had ever had.
“Why, Mrs. Slade!” he exclaimed
gladly, as he recognized her in spite
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grayer and that she was a much
trimmer figure than she bad been
when he had last seen her.
“l recognized your word,”
laughed as he came over to her table.
“I've kind of got that,by heart hear-
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Then turning to his companion, he
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“What are you doin’ here, on a
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“We kind of—we didn’t always
know jest where you were,” Jake told
her, his surprise and pleasure at
meeting her so unexpectedly putting
him at a loss to know what to say.
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