Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-21

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Nance Olden. the ght-fngered. who has Jnst re-
eeived stolen gold watch from her pal, ION IN
belonging to Bishop Van wagenen Nance act:
the part Of young lady from boarding schoo,
suffering from overstudy, and makes the bishop
believe that she imagines him to be her fatner,
for whom she has been waiting.
NAT" bell boy. in Brooklyn hotel, where
is stopping Mrs. Kingdom. wealthy widow
is being rs Sy ssss bas
diamonds and exciedly rings for bell boy.
Nance responds and Inobserved finds the Jewels.
With the police whistles ringing in her ears
and pursued by Norway Nance jumps over a
low garden wall and darts into the house.
where she stumbes over a trunk containing
women's clothing In these she arrays herself
and descends into the garden, where she ID
confronted by the owner Of the place. Mr.:
Latimer invalid. who had seen her nasty
entry upon his domain, and. craving c I t.
ment. Is determined to see It thronSh When ntSa'
duces Nance Miss Omar. who reads to him.
The police explain their errand and NORWAY
Is suspieions Of Miss Omar. but Nance Sutwi wis
fessss to Mr. atmer and deliver hols,n the ;
Lat;mer's place. They attempt to crack 1t;
but caught. Dorgan goes to the pen and
Marco is "iet of. To free Tom Nance goes
to shoplIfting. She enters department store
maniaing' a piece of Malta lace. Passing
herself of floor wak ss. Nance gess snS
darts into apartment house. where she
makes her way to the roof. A window OF OF, the ,s
captured by Fred Obermuler, who occupies the
room. He is vaudeville manager. who sees
In Nance the making Of an actress Nance goes
stars" diamonds. She plays the part of a
Charity Girl in a sketch and outshines the star
and later makes sensation as leading lady
on the latter's Illness Nance entertains a
private house party and is followed to her
fiat by the reprobate. Mr.. Ramsay. whom she
sage from his wife. Tom Dorgan escapes from
the pen and visits Nance in her dressing
room. but the girl will have nothing to do
with him and is saved from his violence by
the entrance Of obermuller.
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There I was seated in a box all alone
Miss Nancy Olden, by courtesy of the man.
agement, come to listen to the leading lady
sing coon songs, that / might add her to
my collection Of take-offs.
She's fat leading lady, very fair and
nearly fifty, l guess. But she's got a roll
licking, husky voice in her fat throat that's
sung the dollars down deep into her
pockets. They say she's planted them deep
er still-in the foundations OF apartment
that now she's the richest
roly-poly on the Rialto.
Do you know, Maggie darlin, what was
saying to myself there in the box, while
watched the stage and waited for Ober-
muller? He said he'd drop in later, per-
haps.
Nance" / sad IT kind of fancy that
apartment sort OF idea myself. They tell
you, Nancy, that when you've got the ar
tistic temperament that that's all you'll
ever have. But there's a chance-one In a
a body to get that tempera-
ment mixed with a business instinct 1t
doesn't often happen. But when IL does
the result is-dollars 1t may be, Nance
shrewdly suspect 1t is fact that you've
got that marvellous mixture. Your early
successes, Miss Olden, in another profession
that l needn't name, would encourage the
idea that you're not all heart and no head.
think, Nance, l shall have you mimic the
artists during working hours and the bust
ness men when you're at play l fancy
apartment houses. They appeal to me.
Wen call one The Nancy and another
"What'n call the third apartment house,
Mr.. or" l asked aloud, as l heard the
rings on the portiere behind me click.
He didn't answer.
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And vet-suddenly-before he could have
answered, l knew some thing was wrong.
1 turned. And in that moment man
took the seat beside me and another stood
facing me- with his back against the por-
Miss Olden?" the man beside me asked
Ewes"
Nance Olden, the mimic, who entertains
at private hOuses?
"You-you were at Mrs. Paul Gates just
a week ago, and you gave your speciait1es
there?'
''Yes-yes what is it you want?'
He was a little man, but very muscular.
I could note the play of his muscles even
in the slight motion he made as ne turned
his body SO as to get between me and the
audience, while he leaned toward me,
watching me intently with his small.
quick, blue eyes.
I'VE don't want to make any scene
here" he said very low. I'VE want 10
do it up as quietly as we can. There might
be some mistake, you know, ard then
you'd be sorry So should we. l hope
you'll be reasonable and it'll be all the bet
ter for you because
What are you talk-What-' l looked
from him to the other fellow behind US
He leaned a bit farther forward then,
and pulling his coat partly open, he show
ed me a detectives badge. And the other
man quickly did the same.
/ sat back in my chair. The fat star on
the stage, with her big mouth and big
baby face was doing cake walk up and
down close to the footlights, yelling the
chorus of her song.
l can see her and hear it as plain as
though I'd listened and watched her all
my life. But there's no fun in it for me.
l hate the very bars the orchestra plays
before she begins to sing. i cant bear ever
to think of the words The whole of 1t is
full of horrible things-it smells Of the jail
it looks like stripes-it
you're not going to faint?' asked the
man. moving closer to me.
Me? 1 never tainted in my life.
Where is he now-Tom Dorgan?"
Tom Dorgan!'
Yes. l was sure ] saw him sail, but, OF
course l was mistaken. He has sent you
after me, has he? / can hardly believe il
of Tom-even-even yet"
IT don't know anything that connects
you with Dorgan. If he was in with you
on this, you'd better remember. before you
say anything more, that it'll all be used