The Jersey City news., 1901-03-09

There, tnere," said the poor personal
representative, still more soothingly. "Of
course it's very annoying, but really you
mustn't give way SO. Marie" to the
maid, bring some cologne and bathc
Miss Lawrence's head And now, my
dear, you'd better lie down and compose
yourself. You won't be fit to appear this
afternoon"
And, thus having soothed and coaxed
and cajoled the fair one into semblance
of conposure, the wretched man set out
for the theater to- take his second dose.
Il tell you, Whitman" said the angry
manager, your star has got the swelled
head. Her notices have turned her head,
and she isn't doing a thing but put on
airs. But don't forget it is the box Office
that talks. She's earning no money for
us. You know the terms of our contract.
wish she would break it and get out.
I'm sick and tired Of her whims and her
devilish airs
$50 am l." thought the unfortunate
personal representative. But aloud he
said: That's all right You've got to
treat Miss Lawrence like a lady or I'll
know the reason why"
After more angry and futile talk the
two separated, and Mr.. Alfred Whitman
felt that his exhausted frame required
support. So he went to a convenient
cafe and ordered one two and three sup
ports, which he drank as rapidly as pos
sible.
After this life looked somewhat bright
er, and he returned to the theater for the
matinee performance.
During the first act card was sent to
him. He glanced at it and read the
name Of well known woman, special
writer for one of the big Sunday papers.
Again the look of gloom descended on his
countenance. But he sent out word he
would see the lady. In tripped busi-
nesslike little woman with frank, auda-
cious face. How do you do, Mr.. Whit
man" she said. How were you pleased
with the pictures last Sunday?"
s'Why, thought them very good in
deed" he said hesitatingly, but
''Didn't Miss Lawrence like themw
The newspaper woman jumped quickly
to conclusions.
"No, can't say she did," said the per-
sonal representative. ':She was very
much upset"
That's pity. Perhaps had better
see her"
But Mr.. Whitman rose from his seat
in alarm. "My dear young LADY," he
said TREMENDOUSLY, perhaps you had bet
ter not. I implore you. if you have any
cemmiseration for suffering fellow be-
ing keep away from Miss Lawrence"
rs it so bad as that?" laughed the
newspaper woman.
+ "Its-it's worse" he said. Don't
you know that actors and actresses are
all children? And they've got to be coax
ed and cuddled and petted like children.
Miss Lawrence declared those pictures
are libel and threatens to cue your pa
per. So you would best not try to see
her."
At the close Of the matinee Mr.. Whit
man was summoned to his stars dressing
room. Her maid was just throwing her
chinchilla bordered mantle over her shoul-
ders as he knocked.
my physician was in front this after
noon," she began. "I'd like to know why
he wasn't given box? And what do the
stage carpenters mean by kicking my
dog out of the wings? And that out
rageous Mme Chiffon has not sent my
new costume, although the perjured
wretch swore it should be at my hotel by
o'clock. Now. unless have that gown,
there'll be trouble"
'sThere never is anything else," thought
the P. b.
81 want you to- go to that frightfal old
d.essmaker and get that gown for me-"
m not a messenger boy" began poor
WMSman, but was interrupted.
You can take your choice. Mr., Alfred
Whitman. Go and get the gown and
bring it to my hotel, or do not play this
|sevening. TheieI"
OF course the gentlemanly representa-
tive yielded the point, as he always did,
and, taking cab. drove to the house of
the dressmaker, upon whom he emptied
the walls of his wrath. The exquisite
creation was hastily packed and carried
out to the cab, and Mr.. Whitman and the
gown started for the hotel Of the star.
1t. is best not to dwell upon the mental
condition of the personal representative
during this ride. He had just come to
the conclusion that he must draw the
line somewhere when there came tre-
mendous crash like the crack of doom.
A cable car had struck the cab and
overturned it. The horse ran away. the
driver was hurled ten feet, the personal
representative was picked up uncon-
scious, and Broadway was strewn with
lace and ribbons and accordion plating.
At midnight the. personal representa-
tive opened his languid eyes and looked
mp into sweet, serene face under
lainty white cap. -
@Shr' said the owner Of this face.
+ 'non't talk: don't move
ssWbere am Ip" r1urmured the moor
Glow SIN heaven 2"
NO. came that soft low voice. I'm
be hospital You were badly hurt" !
| The personal representative closed bis
| eyes again. In the hospital? Badly
hurt? Well, what matter? He had
not been SO comfortable for two months.
He was perfectly satisfied. New York
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