Daily camera. [volume] (Boulder, Colo.) 1891-1928, 1899-09-28


youth and beauty on the desert of pri-
vate life.
MY dear Miss Kingsley beg par
don. Mrs. Arnold have come in per-
son to urge the offer | made in my
| letter.
But l answered your letter." she
| replied, smiling, but with a very de-
cided curve to the red lips Il am
| happily married-my old ambitions
| are dead"
The managers eyes turned in a swift
| glance toward the Juliet photograph.
Her voice dropped suddenly.
Il never had home before; I lived
on the stage"
Rest child-actress We ever had"
| promptly broke in the manager Now,
listen to me He pulled out his
watch. viii you give me half an
hour | want to show you what you
are throwing away.
Nature had endowed the manager
with a gift of plausible eloquence
which had tided over many a crisis in
his theatrical career; but never had
he sounded so plausible, so eloquent,
even to himself. as when he tried his
persuasive powers on the woman be-
| fore him. When his half-hour was
ended he felt that he had made good
| use Of it.
Don't think me inhospitable if
must ask you to say goodby," she said
| as she held out her hand. You have
spoken very persuasively, but l can
not answer you at once l have dear
| friend--a very dear friend-whom /
must consult Come tomorrow. and
you shall have my answer"
When the manager walked into the
Office his face was glowing
Il think you may cast Miss Kings
ley for Lady Glare" he said
The stage manager looked up in
credulously.
You don't mean to say she has con-
| sented?"
We'll. she's to talk it over with a
friend, and I'm to go for her answer
tomorrow. But I rather think, Colby,
that friend is going to decide in our
favor"
The manager still felt sure when he
went next day for his answer. 1t was
| not in human nature, he argued, to
refuse to sparkle as bright particu-
lar star In the leading production of
| the season. THAT woman isn't hu-
| man if she resists it." he murmured,
| Just as the tall, graceful figure he was
mentally posing before the newspaper
| camera entered.
"Well?" he said.
Il have consulted my adviser, and l
| am convinced that my original deci-
sion was best
The manager groaned aloud.
my dear Mrs. Arnold" he said, q
think, II l could see your friend and
| talk to him, could convince him that
you are making a mistake
She shook her head.
His opinions are very positive"
You don't object to my calling on
him?"
She smiled.
Not at all. And he is very near
in fact, he happens just now to be in
the house. Will you come with me-"
The manager followed her, little
mystified.
She threw open door and they en-
| tered large room flooded with sun
shine.
Here is my friend, Mr.. Hunt He is
ready to hear all your arguments.
| constituent He found himself stand
ing at little crib in which lay fat,
round, rosy baby, growing to himself
in perfect content
The gentleman wants to talk to
you, darling" she said, bending over,
with tender thrill in her voice new
| to the man standing beside her, well
as he thought he knew its every ac-
| cent.
The baby's great bright eyes looked
up at them; then, as he saw his moth
er's face bending over him, he gurgled
ecstatically, while the little face broke
| into dimples of delight, the fat little
| fists clutched eagerly at her, and the
| bare, rosy little heels beat a trium-
| plant tattoo in accompaniment to the
gurgles.
Mam-mam-mam" he cooed, raptu-
| rously.
She turned to the manager with
| shining eyes.
Mr. Hunt, can you answer that
| argument"
By this time the manager had re-
| covered himself.
My dear madam, this is hardly
| fair" he began.
"By-by," said the baby.-Answers