Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-18

- Let 'em keep on calling 1t \ Troyon's as much as they " ] want, but you're to be partner on the money I'll give you. If this fairy story lasts, it'll be your own, Mag-a sort of commission you get on my take-off of you. But if hnything happens to the world-if it should go crazy, or get sane, and not love Nancy Olden any more, why, herell be place for me, too.
 Does it look that way? Divil bit. you croaker! It looks-it looks-listen and I'll tell you how it looks.
 It looks as though Gray and the great Gray rose diamond and the three Charities had all become bit of back ground for Nance Olden to play upon. N It looks as though the audience likes lhe sound of my voice as much almost IS do myself; anyway, as much as It does the sight of me.
 < It looks as though the press, if you please, had discovered a new stage star, for down comes little reporter to interview meme, Nancy Olden. Think of that, Mag receive him all in my Charity rig, and in Obermuller's office, and he asks me silly questions and I tell him a lot of nonsense, but some truths, too, about the Cruelty. Fancy, he didn't know what the Cruel fy was! S. P. c. C., he calls it. And Rll the time We talked a long-halred German artist he had brought with him was sketching Nance Olden in diff ferent poses. Isn't that the limit? What dye think Tom Dorgand say to see half a page of Nancy Olden ln the X-Ray? Wouldn't his eyes pop? Poor old Tom! No danger they won't let him have the papers. My old Tommy!
 {, What is it, Mag? Oh, what was l saying? Yes-yes, how it looks.
 !, We'll it looks as though the trust yes, the big and mighty T. T.-shorI for theatrical trust, you innocent had heard of that same Nance Olden you read about in the papers. For one night last week, when I'd just come of and the house was yelling and shouting behind me, Obermuller meets me in the wings and trots, me off to his private office.
 "What for?" asked him on the way.
 "You'll find out in a minute. Come pn."
 l pulled up my stocking and fol lowed. You know I wear it in that act without a garter, and it's always com ing down the way yours used to, Mas, Even when it doesn't come down pull it up, I'm so in, the habit7 Of ao- ing it.
 A little bit of a man, bald-headed, with a dyspeptic little black mustache turned down at the corners, watched me come in He grinned at my make up, and then at me.
 Clever little girl" he says through his nose. How much do you stick 0bermuller for"
 Y Clever little mar" say l. bold as brass and through my own nose;z none of your business
 "Hi-you. Olden!" roared Ober- muller, as though I'd run away and he was trying to get the bit from be tween my teeth Answer the gentle man prettily Don't you know rep resentative of the mighty T. T. when you see him? Cant you see the syndicate aureole about his noble brow? This gentleman. Nance. is the great and only Max Tausig. He hum bleth the exalted and uplifteth the towly-or. if there's more money in It, he gives to him that hath and steals from him that hasn't but would mighty well like to have. He has no conscience. no bowels. no heart. But he has got tin and nerve and power to beat the band. In short. and for all practical purposes for one in your pro fession. Nancy Olden. he's just God Down on your knees and lick his boots trust gods wear boots, patent leath- ers-and thank him for permitting it, you lucky baggage
 I looked at the little man: the angry red was just fading from the top of his cocoanut-shaped bald head
 svou always were fool, Ober- -suIle-" he said. cordially. And you -ere always over-fond of your low comedian jokes. If you hadn't been so smart with your tongue, you'd had more friends and not so many enc mics in"
 .In the heavenly syndicate. eh? Well. have lived withOU'--'
 "You have lived. but"
 But where do | expect to Eo when die? Good theatrical managers. Nance. when they die as individuals go to Heaven-they get into the trust After that they jus- touch buttons, the trust does tha rest Bad ones inc kickers-r1a Fred Obernullsrs 20 to-a place where salaries cease from troubling and royalties are a- rss, It's a slow pleea whe-e-where. in short there's nothing doing And oniT ous things d8-s-+ha kicker I-'s that rlsee MT Taaz5- thinks I'm bound for. Ard its that uIlra hes come -e resrHe ypT from. from sheer eoadEess of hear sns a wary eye for all there's in i-. cineh hin. OIden for all the tra5- will bear"
 r fockei from one to ne other 0beruulIz-. big and savaga under -ea-h all his gay talk ! iHew him Es.. enough to sss that. th= Ii--Is man his fuout1p turr=z E0En at the corners azf a sheer in his ere for ths fellow -Ez- wasn't sszrs- enough to get in wi-r .-- --=-