Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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RATHER TOM THAN FELON tention. In another moment he faced the smiling prisoner. " 'All bets are off!' he threatened sternly; 'you were not arrested; you bought your way into jail.' "The Kidd's jaw dropped several inches and remained unhinged during the frightful experience that followed. "Elsie and sympathizing friends had decided to visit the jail on a tour of inspection. "Imagine her horror to see the Gilded Kidd decorating a felon's cell. " 'What crime is the poor fellow accused of?' she asked, with a catch in her voice. " 'Breach of promise under an assumed name/ said the turnkey, referring to the vacationing Nabb. "Deaf to the Kidd's entreaties and pleas for a hearing, Elsie decided to faint, thought better of it, picked up her skirts and ran from the faithless place. "Some weary hours later — to be exact, the next day — after the Kidd had ruminated long and bitterly upon the heartaches this world has in store, he called the turnkey to him and gently whispered these words: 'I'm ready to go home now.' "The dignified turnkey scarcely heard him, but deigned an answer : " 'You've got me into a peck of trouble. Here, read this note.' "It was from Nabb, and read: I aint never comin1 back. Forward my mail to Canada. " 'I guess you'll have to sojourn until this blows over,' said the turnkey, and turned the lock in the door. "After that," said the senior reporter, knocking out his pipe, "the Gilded Kidd left town and gamboled with the silly sheep on an Arizona ranch. I'm glad he's back. It will make things livelier." <c^r_r 32