The Cairo bulletin., 1905-08-16

| A Monahan, | want you to buy
"A in with the madam here
@ Let 'em keep on calling il
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 II
anything happens TO the world-if il
should go crazy. or get sane and not
love Nancy Olden any more, why
here'll be a place for me. too.
Does it look that way? Divil bit
you croaker 1t looks-it looks-listen
and III tell you how 1t looks
1t 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.
1t looks as though the audience likes
the sound Of my voice as much almost
as do myself; anyway, as much as
1t does the sight of me.
1t looks as though the press, if you
please, had discovered a new stage
star, for down comes little reporter
TO interview meme, Nancy Oldenl
Think of that, Mag! receive him all
in my Charity rig, and in Obermuller's
office, and he asks me silly questions
and tell him lot of nonsense, tut
some truths, too, about the Cruelty.
| Fancy, he didn't know what the Cruel
| ty was! S. p. G. c., he calls it. And
Ill the time we talked a long-halred
| German artist he had brought with
| aim was sketching Nance Olden in diff
terent poses. Isn't that the limit?
What dye think Tom Dorgan'd say
| to see half a page of Nancy Olden in
| The X-Ray? Wouldn't his eyes pop?
| Poor old Tom! :. No danger
| hey won't let him have the papers.
| My old Tommyl
| What is it, Mag? Oh, what was !
| saying? Yes-yes, how it looks.
| Well, it looks as though the trust
| yes, the big and mighty T. T.-short
| or theatrical trust, you innocent
| aad heard of that same Nance Olden
| you read about in the papers. For
| me night last week, when I'd just
.ome off and the house was yelling and
| shouting behind me, 0bermuller meets
me in the wings and trots me off to
/ ais private office.
What for?" asked him on the way
You'll find out in minute. Come
| IN"
/ | pulled up my stocking and fol
lowed. You know wear it In tnat act
without garter, and it's always COM
ing down the way yours used to- Mag
Even when it doesn't come down !
quill it up, I'm SO in the habit OF do
ing it.
A little bit of man, bald-headed
with 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 FORE"
Clever little man" say /, bold as
brass and through my own nose; 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 7. T. when
sou see him? Can't you see the
syndicate aureole about his noble
brow? This gentleman, Nance, is the
great and only Max Tausig. He hum
beth the exalted and uplifteth the
lowly--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
i 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-
crs-and thank him for permitting it
you lucky baggagel"
looked at the little man, the angry
red was just fading from the top OF
his .cocoanut-shaped bald head.
You always were fool Ober-
muller" he said, cordially And you
were always oyer-fond Of your low.
comedian jokes II you hadn't been
50 smart with your tongue, you'd had
more friends and not SO many enc
mics in--"
'In the heavenly syndicate, ehi
Well, | have lived without"
"You have lived. but"
But where do expect to go wher
| die? Good theatrical managers
Nance, when they die as individuals
go to Heaven--they get into the trust
After that they just touch buttons;
the trust does the rest. Bad ones
the kickers--the Fred Obermullers &c
to--a place where salaries cease from
troubling and royalties are at rest
a It's slow place where-where. In
\ short, there's nothing doing And only
one things done--the kicker. It's that
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