“You’re all so stupid,” broke in Edith. “You marry me, Maurice.”
“But,” interposed Uncle Henry, “what about Maurice’s relations with——”
“Bother Maurice’s relations,” Edith interrupted. “I’m not marrying them. We’ll adopt Jacky and put Lily in the kitchen.”
BLACKER OXEN
By
Gertrude Otherton
I
Lee Clavering’s weary eyes—steel-blue, half closed—roved over the darkened auditorium.
Twelve years ago he had migrated from pre-civil-war Louisiana to Manhattan, the Brains of America—from the ante-bellum to the cerebellum. In that time he had attained the highest position in the gift of the nation. Poets, playwrights, players, painters, pugilists, politicians, prophets, priests, popes, presidents, princes and pullman-car porters cringed before him.
He was L. C., the premier columnist of America, the King Kleagle of the Kolyumist Klan.