Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-19

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belonging to Bishop Van Wasenen. Nance acts
suffering from overstudy and makes the bishop
believe that she imagines him to be her father.
for whom abe has been waiting. 4.
With cropped hair and IN buttons Nance 10
Nat" a bell boy in q BROOKLYN hotel. where
who Is being courted BY one George Norway.
for her money. Mrs. kingdom misses a bag Of
Nance responds and unobseryed finds the Jewels
With the police whistles ringing in her ears
and pursued BY NORWAY Nance Jumps over
where she stumbles over q trunk containing
women's clothing. In these she arrays herself
confronted BY the owner Of the place. MI.
Latiner. an invalid. who had seen her hasty
entry upon his domain. and, craving c5site-
the police and NORWAY enter Latimer intro
duces Nance as Miss Omar. who reads to him.
is suspicious Of Miss Omar. but Nance outwits
him and finally when they are alone. she CON
Jesse: to Mr. Latimer and delivers The .. ais:
Latimer's place. They attempt to crack 1t;
but are caught porsan goes to the pen AM. and
to sSepiift,ns. She enters a department store
and detects the wife Of the bishop .klepto-
mnniaing.. piece Of Malta lace Passing
session Of the "swag" She is pursued and
darts into an apartment house. where abe
next house Is open and she climbs In and is
room. He is vaudeville manager. who sees
In Nance the making OF an actress. Nance goes
Into vaudeville and gets mixed up with the
stars diamonds. She plays the part Of 4
Charity Girl In sketch and outshines the star
and later makes a sensation as leading lady
on the latter's Illness
VIII -:
Is that you, Mag? Well, It's about time
'ou came home to look after me. Fine
haperon you make. Miss MynahanI Why.
lidn't I tell you the very day we took
his fiat that what chaperon was. and
hat you'd have to be mine? Imagine Nancy
)lden without chaperoR--e Shocking!
No. 'tisn't late. Sit down. Maggie. there.
md let me get the stool and talk to you.
Think Of US two-CrueltyDgiris. both Of US
wo NANCY kittens deserted BY the old cats
n a city's alleys. and left -mewing with
old and hunger and dirt, out in the wet
hink Of US two in our own fat. Mag!
I say, 1t makes me proud OF US! There are
ines when / look at every stick Of fur
liture we own, and 1 try, to pretend to 1t
III that I'm used to q .de6ent roof over my
lead, and a dining room. Kitchen. parlor.
'ed room and bath. !. Oh, and I forgot the
the other tenant lefteShere till
is lease is UP. But at other times I
tand here In the middle OF it and cry out
o 1t, in my heart.
Look at me, Nancy Olden. householder,
rent-payer. the head Of the family. even
( it's only a family of two and the other
ne Mag! Look at me. with my name In
he directory, a-paying milk bills and meat
ills and bread bills! Look at me with a
lace of my own, where nobody's rights
,rcater than my own; where no one has
light but me and Mag: a place where
where there's nothing to hide from the
,olice!
There's the rub, Mag. as Hamlet says
1 went to see 1t the other night. so that
ould take off Ophelia-she used to be a
God mimic herself before she tried to be
leading LADY,. 1t spoils you. this sense OF
afeness that goes with the honesty graft.
you lose the quickness of the hunter and
he nerve of the hunted. And-worse-you
Ose your taste for the old risky life. You
row proud and fat and you love every
tick in the dear, quiet little place that's
our home-your own home. You love 1t
o that you d be ashamed to sneak round
where 1t could see you-you who'd always
walked upright before 1t with the step of
ne MISTRESS Win mounting In the "otlu "
e ashamed Of. nothing to prevent your
taring each honest dishpan in the face!
And, Mag. you try-if you're me-to fit
'om Dorgan in here-Tom Dorgan in
tripes and savage sulks still-all these
away from the world. even
he world behind bars! Maggie, don't you
Wish Tom was a ventriloQuist or-Or an
crobat or-but this isn't what l had to
ell you.
Do you know what society entertainer
1<nIr ut
,es, I'm one. Miss Nance Olden, whose
ervices are worth $50 a night-at least,
hey were one night.
Ginger brought me the note that made me
society entertainer. 1t was from Mrs.
'aul b. Gates, who had been charmed by
our clever representations, Miss Olden.
nd write to know If you have the leisure
o entertain some friends at my house on
of this week. .s-'-
Had l the leisure-well rather. l showed
lac note to Gray, just to make her jealous.
Oh, yes. she goes on all right in the act
With Lord Harold every night. Catch her
sitting me wear those things OF hers
wice9 Well. she just turned up her nose
'Of course. you won't accept she said.
"Of course, 1 will
"Oh! | only thought you'd feel as
hould about appearing before lot OF
nobs who'll treat you like a servant and
Who'll do nothing of the sort. and who'll
ay you well for it," put in obermuller.
lie had come up and was reading the note
had handed to him. 's.Yop just say yes.
lance" he went on. after Gray had
ounced or to her dressing room. 1T isn't
UGH bad graft. and-atId this is just be-
ween US two. mind-that little beggar.
'ausig. has begun his tricks since you
urned his offer down. bTbey can make
hings hot for me. and ifthey do 1t won't
e so bad for you to go In for this sort of
hing-unless you go ovefi to, the trust
shook my head. ,aarca a.
well, this thing will be an ad for you,
esidesmn she papers, ,s Gag be got 20 ho onn
ound them. since Tausig let them know
hat big trust ads don't appear in the same
apers that boom anti-tr,sSt 2shOwsi"