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COPYRldHi; 1914 DY F.C. BROWNE fa. CO.
8YNOP8I8.
Enoch Wentwortli, newspaper rann, ami
Andrew Merry, actor, play n, linnd at
poker, tlio sinters absolute control ot tno
future of tho loner. Wentwortli wlni and
they ili'cldu to Keep tho matter secret.
Knoch's slstrr, Dorcns, knowing from lior
brothor of Merry's shortcoming, trlcffi to
arouse his ambition. Andrew outlines tho
plot of a play ha lias liml In mind and "he
urges liltti to go to work on It. When
the play Is completed Merry roada It to
Wentwortli, whoso life ambition U to
write a nuccrsful play, Ho demand. Mer
ry's piny as n forfeit of ths band won In
tno poker game. Preparation! for atngtng
the piny are begun, but Morry, who U to
play the lending part, In -mlsalng. Dorcaa
) BBked to play the leadline femalo part
nnd nmkes a fine Impression at the re
hearsals. 8ho quarrels with her brother
for taking all the credit for tho ploco.
Dorcaa flnda Merry among tho down-nnd-outa
In a broad line. Alio Influence him
to take hla part In tho play. She pro
duces and auggcata certain change! In the
play to Wentworth, which tho latter trlea
to Induce Merry to make, but the actor
refuses.
CHAPTER XI Continued.
"You're right." Oswald's voice was
emphatic "I don't know why I did
not boo It Perhaps bocause tho child
has llttlo to do except to follow her
fathor about."
"It's that following tho father about
which I menn to make the strongest
point In tho first act"
"Engage the child Immediately."
'I'll have to do diplomatic work to
got her."
"How?"
"Alice Volk would rather starve
than let her child go on the stage, flhe
has been hoping we might And a small
part for herself which she coald play
crippled."
"Poor soul."
"I hinted that we might give the lit
tle Julio a chance. She snatched the
child away aa if she thought I meant
to kMnap her. When a woman baa
seen the seamy side, of life aa she has
you understand."
Oswald nodded gravely. "We must
And a way to get around her."
Merry sat writing letter In the
manager's office the next afternoon
when Oswald entered, accompanied by
Dorcas.
"I want you to tell Miss Wentworth
about the little Volk girl," said the
Englishman. "I have enlisted her
sympathy. If the mother felt that
some woman here would be Interested
la the child she might change her
mlad."
'Til do anything I cad." said Dorcas
heartily. "I am glad you are making
a change. It will Improve the first act
wonderfully to have the child sweet
and real Then," the girl laughed In
a half-embarrassed way, "did you ever
look at a picture of yourself when you
were at the tadpole age and wonder If
It could have possibly been youT That
has been my frame of mind since I
laid eyes on tho little 'Cordelia.' "
"I don't blame you," Oswald smiled.
'1 can't Imagine why we made such a
blunder. Merry puts It Just tho way
you do."
"Thank you, Mr. Merry." Dorcaa
turned to the actor with a grateful
mile. "I am ready to go with you any
tlmo to see Mrs. Volk."
Dorcaa bad a new Insight in Merry's
character when she found how his
friends held him In estoein. Thero
was not a touch, In Mrs. Dlllerwell's
greeting, ot hero worship or deference
to tho man who had won fame. It
was merely a droll blond of loving de
votion and motherly tyranny.
Merry Jumped to his feet when Mrs.
Volk entered, with Julie clinging shyly
to hor gown. Dorcas fell instantly a
throb ot sympathy and warm friend
ship. Merry had told hor something
ot tho pitiful story on tho way uptown.
"You said onco, Miss Dorcas," he re
minded her, "that you were never so
happy aa whon you had some one to
mother. Altpe Volk needs mothering.
I doubt If she haa a friend In tha world
except Mother Dlllerwell and myself.
Mrs. niUerwoll Is pure gold, but Alice
needs a woman like you." '
Half an hour later they waited on
the platform of an L station for a
downtown train. They had scarcely
spoken since leaving the Harlem
house. Merry realised how deeply the
girl's heart had been stirred. They
entered the train and took a seat to
gether In silence. She sat gazing at the
city below. Then she turned suddenly.
"Little Julie Is to begin rehearsals
tomorrow morning," she said. "The
mother made only one condition: they
aro to be known under another name.
Bho 1b in terror lest her husband finds
them."
"That's all right, but do you think
tho child can play the small 'Cor
dollar asked Merry anxiously.
"You can do anything you wlah with
that child. She has a soul and sweet
ness, and she understands. There Is
something In her wo call It magnet
ism In older people which will roach
across the footlights and grip every
man and woman In the audience. The
child will help me wonderfully. Now
I won't have to create a new 'Cordelia'
when I come on the stage. My 'Cor
delia' is simply the little girl grown
older and wiser, with more love for
- her father and a larger knowledge ot
Ufa."
"Yon understand perfectly."
"You and I ought to understand
'Cordelia' It any one could."
Dorcas aat In silence while they
rushaa over the lighted city with Its
Insistent glimpses of sordid life. Merry
saw hor chin tromblo once and, hor
eyes grow misty; then the spoke sud
denly: "She must have lived through
awful experiences."
"Allco Volk has seen the very depths.
Sho suffered rnoro than misery and
neglect; thoro was actual brutality. I
know hor beforo Volk camo into hor
lite. Sho played with the first Now
York company I was in. She was the
gayest llttlo creaturo then you can im
agine a whimsical, laughing, care
free, happy child."
"day!" Dorcas spoke Incredulously.
"Tho gaiety has gone."
"It has been wrung out of her."
"I novor had a real woman frlond ex
copt tho slstors at tho convent" said
Dorcaa. "I think Allco Volk and I
will be friends. We can help each
other."
"Each other T I bad not thought ot
It In that way. Your friendship will
mean a groat deal to her. It Is like
reaching out a hand to some one who
Is drowning."
"Alice Volk Is different, from any
ono I ever met When little Julie ran
out to speak to you, I followed her.
Tho mother laid her hand on my arm,
drew me back into tho room, then she
closod the door and kissed me. Sho
did not say a word. Any other woman
would have kissed me while I was say
ing 'Oood-by,' before you and , Mrs.
BUlerwell. She does unexpected things
that cannot help drawing one to her."
"Pour soul!" said Merry.
.The conductor entered, ahutting the
door behind him with a crash. "Twenty-third
street!" he called.
"Let us get off and have dinner
somewhere," suggested the actor. "I
want to talk to you tor hours."
CHAPTER XII.
A Prima Donna of tha Past.
Dorcas and Merry paused for a mo
ment before a flight ot steps which led
up to what had once been a fine
private residence. Its exclusl7e days
were past; It was beckoning with a
garish blase of light to every passer
by. Through the open door cam
strains from the overture to "William
Tell."
"What a queer place." said the girl.
"You can't realise its queernese un
til we are Inside. The crowd that
gathers here la aa motley aa any yon
find in New York."
Dorcas ran lightly up thejteps. The
cafo, shabby and weather-beaten out
doors, was bizarre Inside. At the far
ther end a daub of painted canvas at
tempted to create tho Illusion of sunlit
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People Were Dining Vociferously.
fields. Against it roso a theatrical
apple tree. A hundred electric lights
biased Inside crimson apples on Us
widespread branches. Under It at a
huddle ot tables, people were dining
vociferously. The place shrieked its
antagonism to the clvllSaed ceremony
ot feeding. Humanity dug Its elbows
into ono another while It handled
knives and forks, and screamed Its
conversation. The rooms reeked with
a hundred odors ot highly-seasoned
food and tobacco smoke. It waa a be
wildering blend ot light and smells and
noise. Dorcaa followed Merry through
the labyrinth to a small table In a
distant cornor, hedged about with
palms.
"I come hero time and again," con
fessed Merry after they were seated.
"I love the place; the crowd Is so In
teresting". People let themselves loose
In a coop like this:, they enjoy life
frankly."
"I ahould think, they did." Dorcas
laughed gaily.
Across the room a party ot oollega
lads ware hamming a ragtime song
In utter Inharmony to the orchestra's
music Corks war popping amid tha
rattle ot dishes and silver while laugh
ter in a hundred tones, and tha lan
guages ot all tha old Latin race, war
Mended la tha strange babel.
"It'll a droll llttlo world," said Merry.
Dorcas pulled off her gloves and sat
smoothing thorn betweon hor flngors.
"I remember," Andrew gazod about
him in a reminiscent mood, "ono sea
son I was tied up with a mnniner pro
duction, and It was horribly lonesome
In Now York. Thoro was not a soul
In our company I wanted to fraternize
with. Enoch was West L used to
como hero night nfter night and work
myself into a llght-hcarlcd mood. 1
had a part I hated. I did not go on
until tho second act, bo sometimes I
stayed hero until half-post seven. JTho
place waked mo up. I got Into a queer
humor whtlo watching peoplo. Doforo
It woro off I used to danh to tho thea
ter, as ono acts when you are over
powered with sleep, and try to get to
bed beforo you go wldo awake again.
Usually 1 don't havo to hammer my
self intp, tho disposition for work.
When I am cost for somo role that
makes ono fairly snort with Impa
tience, it la horribly hnrd to fool like
It It I got a human character, I lovo
It"
"Like 'John Estorbrook?' "
"Yes, llko 'John Estorbrook.' Miss
Dorcas," Merry wont on eagerly, "I
went tramping yesterday alone. I
found myself within Bight of another
state beforo I pulled up. I was
heaven knows how many miles from
ntiywhoro. I thrashed things out with
tnybolf. I'm going to make 'John Es
torbrook' tho biggest thing that has
struck Now York In years."
Dorcas laughed. She felt foolishly
happy. .
"I am so glad," she Bald.
"It's up to mo to do tho best I can;
I owe It to you," there was grim de
termination In Merry's voice; "to you
and Oswald, he's a prince of a good
follow; now Allco Volk and the child
como Into It."
"And yourBelf."
"Yea, myself. If I succeed, it means
retrieving more than you imagine."
"And you will confess you wrote tho
Playr
"Not yet"
"Whyr
"Miss Dorcas," Merry's voice had a
tone of entreaty in it, "I want to aak
ono thing of you. I ask It because your
faith in me is so great and uplifting.
Drop tho authorship of tho play. I can
not explain, 1 cannot fight the thoughts
you have of me. You said once, 'I be
lieve in you.' Do you remember?"
Dorcaa looked at him with steadfast
eyas and nodded.
"Go on believing. It's the kindest
thing you can do for me, and (or
Enoch." '
Their eyes made a compact though
no word waa spoken.
They lingered over strange dishes
that came and went Stood seemed
merely a circumstance, an excuse tor
being alone and together. They felt
curiously Isolated, for the nolso made
a retreat tor them as silence does. A
sudden lull, fell on the babel ot sound.
The orchestra, which had rested for a
few minutes, began again not one 'of
its long overtures, but a prelude to the
florid musio In -an Italian opera.
Through the murky atmosphere a
woman's voice shrilled out with rare
sweetness.
Dorcaa rose to her feet for a sec
ond, searching for the singer; then she
Boatod herself with her back to the
tablo. Tho crash of dishes, the rattle
of silver, and the popping ot corks con
tinued, but tongues wore stilled except
for one volco. It was singing thoH
tremendous aria from "Ernani." The
girl drew a long breath aa the last
note dlod away Into silence then she
turned eagerly to Merry.
"Who Is she?"
"I'll tell you In a minute."
She turned again to look at the
singer, who stood crushed into a nar
row balcony which was crowded to
discomfort by a piano and four mu
sicians. The womtth was absurdly tat
and absurdly gowned. Years ago, In
the palmy days of a concert tour, she
had swept upon the platform in a robe
of burnt orange velvet splashed gor
geously with silver lace and scintillat
ing embroidery. It had seen years of
service, then grown tawdry, unfashion
able, soiled, and grotesquely queor. It
reminded Dorcas of the stately door In
Its last stage ot shabblneas. The
woman's straw-colored hair was gath
ered into a ridiculous pompadour.
Across the dining room, through mur
ky waves of tobacco smoke- the girl
could see careworn wrinkles about the
woman's eyes. The vivid scarlet of
her cheeks was pitifully false, false as
the whiteness ot her vast, bare shoul
ders. Again, she began to sing, some
thing which camo thrilling from the
wonderful throat with perfect colora
tura. She threw back her head and
tilted her face till Dorcas saw only
the profile For one .moment the gross
lines disappeared; instead camo a
glimpse of. beauty and plcturosqueness,
a dignity which belonged to the days
of youth and power, the royal days
of a singer.
The room rang with an encore, then
came a shriek of command. "Dance 1"
shouted the group'of students in a cor
ner. "Oh!" cried Dorcas plteousfy. "oh!
how can they do it?" -
Tho musicians huddled themselves
and their instruments closer together,
Indifferently as it it were part of every
night's program. The pianist struck
a few bars of some tinkling thing in
a musical comedy, then the singer be
gan to sway her huge body. There
was no space for hor feet to move.
She Bang to the accompaniment, but
the physical effort made her wheeze.
The orchestra dashed into a tripping
chorus, -and the enthusiasm' of the
guests waxed high. Cheers were inter
mingled with laughter and screams of
derision.
"Oh!" cried Dorcaa, "oh! tha shame
ot It!"
The singer sank la a ehalr exhaust
ed, then she rose and pushed her way
down from tha balcony. Doras
watched hor with a pitiful gazo. Per
spiration was washing whtto streaks
through the patches ot rougo on her
cheeks,
"Who Is tho womari?" sho asked.
"Twenty-flvo yoars ago her" name
was famous from ono ond of Italy to
the other. Whon sho went to Genoa
to fill an engagement tho wholo town
turned out to meet hor, tho shops
closed, and It was a. public holiday.
Tho peoplo pelted her with flowers
and screamed themselves hoarse in a
welcome Sho was tho star of the
Uelllnl In Naples. Sho Bang In Pari
and London. Sho camo here, grow
sick and could not fill hor engage
ments. A manager wont back on hor,
Bho lost what money sho had, friends
dosortcd her, she camo down to
this."
Oh, tho poor Boul!" Dorcas' voice
was a whisper.
"Hor's was an unusual case," nnld
Morry. "Sho Is only flfty-threo now,
bo I'vo heard. It makes you reallzo
Into what a short bit of our Uvea fame
Is crowded If fame comes to us. Tho
has-beons In our profession aro an
army, a pitiful army. Unless ono has
Her Face Grew Eager and Tremulous.
a home and some one in it to cherish
and love, the lonely days of old age
are" Andrew laughed cheerlessly.
"Well, I never think ot them."
He stretched out his hand to inter
cept a boy who wandered between the
tables with a tray full of crimson
roses. He laid a bunch ot them before
Dorcaa. She burled her face in the
cool petals.
"Shall we go?" asked Merry.
As they puBhed their way through
the mase of crowded tables they passed
a woman who sat dining alone. She
woro an orange velvet gown, and a
shabby lace scarf covered her naked
shoulders. Dorcas paused for a mo
ment laid her hand uoorv tha woman's
arm, and spoke a few words in Italian
The slngor looked up and put a grimy,
ring-bedizened hand upon the girl's
fingers. Morry stood watching them.
The woman looked very old and faded
under the white glare ot the elec
tricity,, but her face grew eager and
tremulous while she poured out her
soul In her own language. Dorcas took
one rose from the cluster in her arms
and laid the rest of the fragrant blos
soms beside the singer's plate.
"You'll forgive mo for porting with
your flowers?" she whispered as she
rejoined Merry.
"I'm glad you did It Once upon a
tlmo stage bouquets were a worn-out
sensation for that woman; today I
guess she is showered with roses about
once In a bluo moon."
.Dorcas paused near tho door to nod
good-by to tbe singer, who sat gazing
after them with her chin burled In the
red roses. Suddenly Dorcas turned to
Merry. Her face had grown white,
and she put her arm within hla. He
clasped It with a strong grip, but
neither of them spoke. At the samo
moment they had caught sight of.
Enoch Wentworth. He was soatcd In
an alcove at a email tablo hedged
about with palms. Zllla Paget sat
facing him. Enoch's hands clasped
one of hers which lay upon the table.
They were engrossed In each other.
Dorcas stopped abruptly when they
reached the foot of tho steps. "Oh.l"
sho whimpered appeallngly, "Andrew,
savo Enoch from that woman 1"
CHAPTER XIII.
A Sealed Bargain.
Wentworth sat In a email room at
the theater, which he bad appropriated
as his own. It led directly off the box
office. He was glancing over a hoap of
press clippings when the door opened
and Merry walked in.
"Good morning." There waa a sur
prised glance on Enoch's face while he
spoke.
Andrew nooded a response, then ho
drew a package of manuscript from his
pocket Wentworth's eyes turned on
him curiously while he flattened it out
on the table before him. No unneces
sary courtesies passed between them.
"I rewrote the scene as you sug
gested," said Andrew carelessly.
"That Was good ot you." In his sur
prise Wentworth showed an Impulsive
friendliness. He stretched oat bis
band tor the .manuscript
Thar was no cordiality in Merry's
(ace. He glanoed quietly Uuroagh tbe
"fou coinit thin enange In tho plaj.
a necessity?" ho asked brusquely.
"I guess tnnt's what -It might be
called." Wentworth's voice was Impa
tient, and a frown chased ncross hla
lace. "Oswnld'a been asking for it this
morning. When a quiet follow like
him makes up his mind to havo a
thing, he's apt to be confoundedly In.
slstent."
"Then you want it?"
"Certainly."
"I snt up until daylight to wilte this.
It's an improvement on the other act;
I can boo that myself. Oswald will tell
you, I think, that It carries out his
Ideas exactly. Uoforo I hand it ovor I
want to make a dicker with you."
Wentworth stared at him blankly.
"A dicker?" he repeated. "la It
money?"
"Money!" Andrew's face grew harsh
with scorn. ,
"What Is It then?"
"I was dining last night at Colgas
ZlH. I"
Wentworth's faco grow suddenly
scarlet, then It whitened.
"I Baw you thero." Merry's volco
waa relentless. "I don't know a blessed
thing about the Paget woman, for or
against her. I do know this, though:
overy man who-has lived among good
women knows sho 1b not fit company
for your sister for Instance"
"Who said she was?" snarled Wont
worth. "I had not thought of throw
ing her into my sister's society. Dorcas
would not have to tolerato even a pass
ing acquaintance with her behind tho
scones if I had my way."
"She is not fit to be seen with a de
cent man."
"You glvo me the credit then of be
ing a decent man?" sneered Enoch.
"To a certain limit I do."
"Well, what do you want?" Went
worth turned' an apprehensive glance
upon him.
"I want you to promise, bofore I
turn over this manuscript that you
will havo nothing to 'do with Zllla
Paget except in a business way."
"Why, aro you Interested in her
yourself?"
"My God, Enoch 1" Andrew stuffed
the roll of paper in his pocket and
Jumped to his feet.
"Here, sit down. I want this affair
straightened out now."
Merry did not answer. He walked
across the office and stood beside a
table where a litter of photographs lay.
He picked one up carelessly and
glanced at it It waa an exquisite por
trait of Dorcas. Her eyea gazed into
his with K straightforward look which
waa characteristic ot the girl.
"Will you tell me," there waa stern
demand in Wentworth's voice, "will
you explain why you are so concerned
about my morals?"
"I don't care a damn about your
morals," answered Merry contemptu
ously. "I waa thinking about your sis
ter. I am still fool enough to believe
that you have some decency left I
will hand over this act, rewritten as
you want it when you promise to have
nothing to do with Zllla Paget"
When Merry stopped speaking he
took a aeat opposite Enoch and watted
for a reply.
A visiting card lay on the table.
Wentworth picked it up and tore it
into halves. He sat tearing and re
tearing it in perfect silence. When it
was reduced to fragments, he gathered
them Into the hollow of his hand and
dropped them in the waste basket;
then he looked across at Merry.
"That was Miss Paget's card," ho
said harshly. "I'm through with her."
Merry took the manuscript from his
pocket, laid It on the tablo before
Enoch, and walked out
A few minutes later Enoch opened
the door which led Into the box office.
A young man sat bealde tho window.
"Dlngley," ho said. "I have locked
the outside door. Don't let a soul In
on mo. I can't see Mr. Oswald even.
Tell him I am busy, writing."
Wontworth Jocked the door of the
office, eat down In his big chair, and
picked up the manuscript He read it
rapidly, slipped a'blank sheet of paper
into a typewriter, and began to copy
it with slow deliberation. When It was
finished he read each typed page care
fully. He tacked them together and
rose to bis feet He began to search
the office rapidly with bis eyes, then
he turned to a wash-bowl In the corner.
He crushed Into a loose bunch each of
the sheets which held Merry's writ
ing and' touched the paper with a
match. It leaped into a rod blaze. Ho
watched it carofuUy,' poking the sheets
over with a paper knlfo until each one
fell away-Into a shivering black ash.
When every .spark had died ho turned
on a faucet, and the light ashes were
swept down the waste pipe. Ho
rubbed a speck of grime from his
Hands and opened tho box offlco door.
Oswald sat on a high stool besldo the
window.
TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Irvia Cobb, writer, and father of a
daughter whose cleverness is men
tioned by Arnold Dennett In his book
on "Your United States," lives in
Yonkrrs, which Is near New York.
Recently, a family moved into the
house noxt door, and wlt&In a week
little Miss Cobb had drifted in to soe
them. Casually, sho proceeded to tell
tho lady ot the family much, about
herself, her father, what she did, and
a deal of .domestic history.
"My father says that you must ba
nice people, too,", said she, in conclu
sion. "That's nice." waa the pleased re
sponse. "And what made him think
that, since he haa never seen us?"
"Oh, he says you have such nlee
garbage!" answered tha young caller..
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reproductions of dinosaurs and crea
tures of long ago are known the world
over, prefers, however, to be known
aa a painter and' sculptor of modern
animals. He baa worked from the-living
model aa much as possible, and
this has taken him to the soob In
many cities. He was telling his ex
periences at the zoo in Washington.
"One afternoon an important look
ing negro came along 'with his best
girl," he said. "They Btopped for a
minute and looked at tho sketch 1
was making of a deer.
" 'Yer know what ho am do!n don't
yer?" asked the negro of his com
panion. "'Mebbo,' answered tho woman.
'Does yoh?'
"'Shoh. Ho's making a landscape
ob one or dem habitats. Dere's moh
habitats in dls zoo than anywhere
olso in der United States.' "
Brief Decision.
Whon we consider how easily some,
mon mako monkeys of themselves, It
is not so difficult to bclievo In the
theory of evolution.
This Language of Ours.
"Was the rumor confirmed?" '
"No. A careful Investigation of' tho
report proved it to be a confirmed
rumor."
Grandmother
Didn't Know
A good cook? Certainly,
but she couldn't have cooked
the Indian Corn, rolled and
toasted it to a crisp brown,
wafer thin flakes, as we do in
preparing
Post
Toasties
They are delicious with
cream or milk, or sprinkled
over fresh fruit or berries.
From the first cooking of
the corn until the sealed, air
tight packages of delicately
toasted flakes are delivered
to you, Post Toasties are
never touched by human
hand.
Grandmother would have
liked
Poit Toasties
old by Grocers.
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