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Hurst, Fannie, 1889-1968

"Humoresque A Laugh on Life with a Tear Behind It"

I was sitting up here quiet. All I ask, Herm,
is for you to take me back to New York to-morrow night on your trip. Let
me go, Herm, for--for an indefinite stay. It ain't this house, Herm, and
it ain't your mother or your sister and---and it ain't you--it ain't any
one. It's all of you put together! I can't stand the speed out here!
There ain't none!"
"I guess she wants, Hermie, for her bad-girl notions you should give up
the best retail business in St. Louis and take her to live in New York,
where she can always be in with that nix-nux theatri--"
"No, no, he knows I don't want that!"
"If she did, ma, we'd go!"
"Herm knows it was all a mistake with me. I didn't know my own mind. I
wanna go back along where I came from and where I belong! It ain't like
I was the kind of a girl with another man in the case--"
"We should thank her, Hermie, that there ain't more scandal mixed up in
it yet!"
"Ma!"
"My poor boy, what could have had his pick from the first girls in
St.--"
"Ma!"
There was an edge to Mr. Loeb's voice that had the bite of steel. He
tossed his greatcoat to the snowy bed, walking between the bed-end and
the mantel, round to the crouched figure of his wife.


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