The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-01-13

an before h1m--on the queenly pose Of
the stately figure, on the deep-sett
flashing dark eyes, with their long
lashes and perfectly curved brows; on
the straight, patrician nose, with it's
thin, delicate nostrils; on the small
red mouth, with its short upper lip
and its Cupid's bow; on the white,
resolute chin, cleft with deep dim
pie; on the delicately clear cheek, with
it's faint rose-f1usb; on the soft wave
in the masses of velvety black hair;
and the managerial heart within him
rose in revolt against this waste Of
youth and beauty on the desert of pri-
vate life. .s - .... u
my dear Miss Kingsley beg par
don, Mrs. Arnold have come in per-
son to urge the offer I made in my
letter.
''But I answered your letter." she
replied, smiling, but with very de-
cided curve to the red lips. II am
happily married-my old ambitions
are dead"
The managers eyes turned in swift
glance toward the Juliet photograph.
Her voice dropped suddenly.
II never had a 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. "Will you give me half an
hour: I 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 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 I
must ask you to say goodby," she said,
as she held out her hand "You have
spoken very persuasively, but I can
not answer you at once. have dear
friend-a very dear friend-whom I
must consult. Come tomorrow, and
you shall have my answer"
When the manager walked into the
office his face was glowing.
II think you may cast Miss Kings
ley for Lady Clare" he said.
The stage manager looked up in
5credulously. ~ :. s :, s, .fs. -. s g
You dom mean to say. she has con
sented ?'' & -
Well, she's to talk it over with a
friend, and I'm to go for her answer
tomorrow But 1 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 tail, graceful figure he was
mentally posing before the newspaper
camera entered.
'Well?" he said.
Il have consulted my adviser, and I
am convinced that my original deci-
sion was best.
Inc manager grOaned aloud
MY dear Mrs. Arnold" he said, II
think, if I could see your friend and
talk to him, I 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, a little
mystifed.
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
The manager la1rly gasped with as
tonishment. He found himself stand
ing at little crib in which lay a 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, we'll
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
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 trium-
phant tattoo in accompaniment to the
gurgles. "a i: .sS 5rs- 4.
"Mam-mam-mam!' he cooed, raptu-
rously. = ,%
She turned to the manager with
shining eyes. ID 8. s,5. !: s
"Mr. Hunt, can you answer that
argument?" H. s=5sz NJ.
BY this time the manager had re-
covered himself. III ## 4
my dear madam, this is hardly
fair ~ = he began. S8
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