The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1899-09-22

yuuln ana beauty on the desert OF pri-
vate life.
MY dear Miss klngsley--I beg par
don. Mrs. Arnold have come In per-
son to urge the ofer I made In my
letter"
But answered your ietteri" she
replied. smiling. but with a very de-
cidcd 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.
II never had a home before; lived
ON the stage"
"Rost chIld-actrcss we ever hadl"
promptly broke in the manager. Now.
listen 10 me" lie pulled out his
watch. 'Will you give me half an
hours I want to show you what you
are throwing away.
Nature had endowed the manager
with a Gift Of plausible eloquence
which had tlded over many a crisis In
his theatrical career. but never had
he sounded 80 plausible 40 eloquent.
even 10 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 H.
Don't think me inhospitablc II I
must ask you to aay goodby." she said.
~ sho held out her hand. You have
spoken very persuaslvely. but l can
not answer you at once. I have n dear
friend-a very dear iriond-whom I
must consult Come tomorrow. aud
you shall have my answer"
When the manager walked into tho
Office his face was glowing.
~ think you may cast Miss Kings
ley for Lady Clare" he said
The stage manager looked up In
crcdulously.
You don't mean to say she has con-
scntcd3"
"Woll, she's TO talk u over with a
friend. and I'm to 80 for her answer
tomorrow. hut ! rather think. Colby.
that friend Is going to decide in our
favor"
The manager stlll felt sure when he
went next day for his answer. Il waa
not In human nature. he argued, TO
refuse to sparkle as a bright particu-
lar star In the leading production OF
the season. That woman isn't hui
man II she rosists IT," he murmurod.
Just as the tall. graceful fguro no was
mentally posing before the newspaper
camera entered.
"woll7" he said
Il have consulted my adviser, and
am convinced that my original deci-
| sion was best
The manager groaned aloud.
"My dear Mrs. Arnold" he said, Il
think. II could zee your friend and
talk to him. / could convince him that
YOU are making n mistake"
She shook her head.
Ills 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 10 DO In
the house. VIII you como with mef"
The manager followed her. a little
mystined.
She threw open a door. and they en-.
tered a large room flooded with sun
shine.
Here In my friend. Mr.. Hunt. lie Is
ready to hear all your arguments"
The manager iairiy gaspod with as.
constituent lie found himself stand.
Ing at little crib In which lay a fat.
round, rosy baby. growing to himself
In perfect content.
"The gentleman wants 10 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 It's every ac-
cent.
The baby's great bright eyes looked
up at them; then. as he saw his moth
or's face bending over him. he gurgled
ecstatically. while the little face broke
into dlmples 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
mir. Hunt, can you answer that
argument7"
by this time the manager had ro-
covered himself,
MY dear madam, this Is hardly
fair" he began.
"By-by." said the baby.-Answers.