"
"You'd--better stop," gasped the woman. "I can't stand
everything."
"So? Well, neither can I."
"After--this, I think you'd better go--to San Antonio. Maybe I'll
forget before you come back."
To this "Young Ed" agreed quickly enough. "Good!" said he. "That
suits me. It's hell around Las Palmas, anyhow, and I'll at least
get a little peace at my club." He glowered after his wife as she
left the room. Then, still scowling, he lurched out to the gallery
where the breeze was blowing, and flung himself into a chair.
V
SOMETHING ABOUT HEREDITY
It had required but one generation to ripen the fruits of "Old Ed"
Austin's lawlessness, and upon his son heredity had played one of
her grimmest pranks. The father had had faults, but they were
those of his virtues; he had been a strong man, at least, and had
"ridden herd" upon his unruly passions with the same thoroughness
as over his wild cattle. The result was that he had been
universally respected. At first the son seemed destined to be like
his father. It was not until "Young Ed" had reached his full
manhood that his defects had become recognizable evil tendencies,
that his infirmity had developed into a disease.
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