Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-25
SYNOpSIS-

ceived stolen gold watch from her pal Tom
belonging to Bishop Van wagenen. Nance acts
the part of young lady from boarding school
believe that she imagines him to be her father.
Tor whom she has been waiting. :.
With cropped hair and in buttons Nance Is
NAT" bell boy; in Brooklyn hotel. where
is Is, stopping ling; Mrs Kingdom. wealthy widow widow
for her money. Mrs. Kingdom misses a bag Of
diamonds and e1citedly rings for bell boy.
and pursued by Norway Nance jumps
where she stumbles over a trunk containing
women's clothing. In these she arrays herself
confronted BY the owner of the place. Mr..
Latimer an invalid. who had seen her hasty
nn u his al and Wen
the police and NORWAY enter Latimer in.ro-
duces Nance Miss Omar who reads to him.
is suspicious Of Miss Omar. but Nance outwlts
him and finally. when they are alone. she cor
fesses to Mr.. L.atimer and delivers the dia !;
mords to him. Nance puts Tom Dorgan onto.
hat;mer's Place They attempt to .. crack II. 1t;
Nance is Ter of: To free Tom Nance goes
to shopliftins. She enters a department store
n% the piece se Of Of Malta 0S aes
herself Of as floor walker Nance gets pos os
darts into an apartment house. where abe
makes her way to the roof. A window OF the
next house is open and she climbs in and is
captured by Fred Obermuller. who occupies the
room He is vaudeville manager. who sees
in Nance the making of actress. Nance goes
se pays the up of
Charity Girl in a sketch and outshines the star
ON the ia.ei laters nesa Sanee enertsns
private house party and is followed to her
d of by to see
sage from his wife Tom Dorgan escapes from
the t ths and Wis visits Nance in o sef IS ds
with him and is saved from his violence by
the entrance of Obermuller. Mrs. Ramsay,
who was guest at the house party. suspects
Nance Of having stolen her purse. Nance's fiat
is searched and the purse found Nance 10
terry Of t the purse ' is not solved Finally it
shown that Mr. Ramsay dropped the purse in
cides to save Obermuller from the grasp of the
vaudeville syndicate by appearing to go over
to the enemy.
Kill
Just what I'd been hoping for I don't
know, but I knew that my chance had
come that morning.
For a week had been talking Obermull-
ers comedy to Mason, the secretary. In
the evenings stood about in the wings and
watched the Van Twuler company In
"Brambles.' There was one fat role In 1t
that 1 just ached for. but I lost all that
two of the women talking about Obermuller
and me one night.
He found her and made her." one of 'em
said: lust dug her out of the ground. See
what he's done for her: taught her every
blessed thing she knows: wrote her MINI
licking monologues for her; gave her her
chance, and-and now-Well. Tausig don't
pay salaries for nothing, and she gets hers
as regularly as 1 draw mine What more l
don't know. But she hasn't set foot on the
stage yet under Tausig, and they say ODER
muller
didn't get the rest of it. so don't know
what they say about Obermuller. 1 only
know what they've said to him about me.
'Tisnt hard to make men believe those
things. But l had to stand 1t. What.
could do? I couldn't tell Fred Obermull-
er that I was making over his play, soul
and as much body as I could remember, to
Tausigs secretary. He'd have found that
harder to believe than the other thing.
It hasn't been a very happy week for
me, can tell you Maggie. But forgot 1t
all. every shiver and ache of 1t. when
came into the Office that morning, as usual,
and found Mason alone
Not altogether alone-he had his bottle
And he had had it and others of the same
family all the night before. The poor drunk
en- wretch hadn't been home at all He was
worse than he'd been that morning three
days before. when l had stood facing him
and talking to him, while with my hands be-
hind my back I was taking a wax impress
sion OF the lock OF the OeSk, ana he dS uIA-
conscious of 1t all TauSfg himself.
The last page 1 had dictated the day be-
FORE which he'd been transcribing from his
notes. lay in front Of him; the gas was
shade he wore over his weak eyes
had been knocked awry as his poor old bald
head went humping down on the typewriter
before him.
distrust of everybody connected with him.
He hates his partners only a bit less than
he hates the men outside the trust. The big
ger and richer the syndicate grows, the
more power and prosperity 1t has, the more
he begrudges them their share of 1t; the
more he wants it all for himself He Is
madly suspicious of his clerks, and hires
others to watch them, to spy upon them.
He is continually moving his valuables from
place to place, partly because he trusts
no man: partly because he's SO deathly
afraid his right hand will find out what
his left is doing. He Is full partner of
Braun and Lowenthal-with mental reser-
vations. He has no confidence in either of
them. Half his schemes he keeps from
them; the other half he tells them-part of.
He's for ever afraid that the syndicate of
which he's the head will fall to pieces and
become another syndicate of which he
won't be head.
1t all makes him an unhappy, restless
little beast; but it helped me today. If it'd
been any question OF H., safe combinations
would have been all up for Nancy o.
But in his official safe Tausig keeps only
such papers as he wants Braun and Lowen-
thai to see. And in his private desk In his
private Office he keeps
stole past Mason, sleeping with his fore
head on the typewriter keys-he'll be letter.
ed like the obelisk when he wakes up-and
crept into the next room to see Just what
Tausig keeps in that private desk of his.
Oh, yes, 1t was locked. But hadn't been
carrying the key to it every minute for the
last forty-eight hours? There must be a
mine of stuff in that desk of Tausig's, Mag.
The touch of every paper in it is Shiny
with some dirty trick, some bad secret.
some mean action. It's pity that hadn't
time to go through 'em all; it would have
been interesting: but under a bundle of
women's letters, which that old fox keeps
for no good reason. I'll bet, lit on a paper
that made my heart go humping like a cart
over cobbles.
Yes, there it was, just as Obermuller had
vowed it was, with Tausig's cramped little
signature followed by Heffelfingers, Dix
on's and Weinstock's; scheme to crush
the business life out of men by the CLEVER
est, up-to-date trust deviltry; thing that
our Uncle Sammy just won't stand for.
And neither will Nancy Olden, Miss
Monahan.
She grabbed that precious paper with a
gasp of delight and closed the desk.
But she bungled bit there, for Mason
lifted his head and blinked dazedly at her
for a moment, recognized hertand shook
his head