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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Seems to me that little woman's unfashionable mad about her own husband!" said Jonson Ramer. The curtain went up on the second act. Claude had sat down in the stalls. In a moment Charmian slipped into a seat at his side and touched his hand. "Claude, where have you been?" Her long fingers closed on his hand. "Charmian!" He looked excited and startled. He stared at her. "What's the matter?"
An Apache can live on this cactus-covered sand the same as a rattlesnake. He fixed the upper spring and came down here to drink. Only Beverly's conscience saved him here. Heaven knows how Fred Ramer got out here. He may have come with some Mexicans on ahead of us and left them here to drop his poison in this lower spring.
"Come right into the office, if you will!" "Hulloh!" said Crayford, a moment later to Claude. "Here's Mrs. Shiffney wants to be let in to the rehearsal! And whom with, d'you think?" "Whom?" asked Claude quickly. "Not Madame Sennier?" "Jonson Ramer." "The financier?" "Our biggest! My boy, you're booming! Old Jonson Ramer asking to come in to our rehearsal!
Charmian said. Her eyes were fastened on Mrs. Shiffney. "Oh, yes. We couldn't tear ourselves away, could we, Mr. Ramer?" "No, indeed!" "The last act is the best of all," Mrs. Shiffney said. "Yes, isn't it?" said Charmian. There was a slight pause. Then Ramer said: "I must really congratulate you, Mrs. Heath. I don't know your husband unfortunately, but " "Here he is!" said Charmian.
Through a terrible network of misunderstandings she married Theron St. Vrain. He, by the way, was the other college chum I spoke of just now. He and his foster-brother, Bertrand, were wards of Fred Ramer's father. But their guardian, the elder Ramer, had embezzled most of their property and there was bitter enmity between them and him. Theron and Mary were the parents of Eloise St. Vrain.
Louis to your uncle." "I remember that. The steamboat, and the Spanish language, and Felix Narveo's face. I recalled that when I saw him years ago," I exclaimed. "You always were all eyes and ears, remembering names and faces, where Beverly would not recall anything," Jondo declared. "And what became of your Fred Ramer?" I asked. "He is Ferdinand Ramero here. He married Narveo's sister later.
And the dressmaker pressed a large handkerchief against her handsome nose, savored the last new perfume, and leaned back in her stall magisterially with a faint smile. It was at this moment that Mrs. Shiffney came into a box at the back of the stalls followed by Jonson Ramer. Without taking off her sable coat she sat down in a corner and looked quickly over the obscure space before her.
"Claude, she did, she did! You know she did! There was not one real word for you from either her or Mr. Ramer, not one! We've had her verdict. But what is it worth? Nothing! Less than nothing! You've told me why. All her cleverness, all her discrimination has failed her, just because oh, we women are contemptible sometimes! It's no use our pretending we aren't.
"Fred Ramer was desperately in need of money when he was plotting to darken the life of Mary Marchland that was just before the birth of Eloise and through her sorrow to break the heart of the man whom she loved I said we college boys were all in love with her, you remember. Let me make it short now. One night Fred's father was murdered, by whom was never exactly proven.
How I long to see them, the dear thousands shouting for Claude. I must go to Adelaide Shiffney. I must catch her before she goes. There can't be two opinions. An act like that is irresistible. Oh!" She almost rushed out of the box. In the stalls she came upon Mrs. Shiffney and Jonson Ramer who were standing up ready to go. A noise of departure came up from the hidden orchestra.
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