And the next thing I remember is father taking me home, and Adrian's
fate still a deep mystery, and remaining such, while I had a warm sponge
to bring out the rest of the rash, folowed by a sleep--it being meazles
and not smallpox.
Oh, dear Dairy, what a story I learned when haveing wakened and feeling
better, my father came tonight and talked to me from the doorway, not
being allowed in.
Adrian had gone to the mill, and father, haveing thrown Beresford out
and asserted his principals, had not thrown him out, BUT HAD GIVEN HIM
A JOB IN THE MILL. And the Policeman had given him no chance to escape,
which he atempted. He was dragged to the shell plant and there locked
in, because of spies. The plant is under Milatary Guard.
AND THERE HE HAD BEEN COMPELED TO DRAG A WHEELBARROW BACK AND FORTH,
CONTAINING CHARCOAL FOR A SMALL FURNASE, FOR HOURS!
Even when Carter found him he could not be releaced, as father was in
hiding from Reporters, and would not go to the telephone or see callers.
HE LABORED UNTIL TEN P. M., while the theater remained dark, and people
got their money back.
I have ruined him. I have also ruined Miss Everett's couzin.
* * * * *
The nurse is still asleep. I think I will enter a hospitle. My career is
ended, my Life is blasted.
I reach under the mattress and draw out the picture of him who today
I have ruined, compeling him to do manual labor for hours, although
unacustomed to it. He is a great actor, and I beleive has a future.
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