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.
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