Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-11

After it all it seemed as if, besides the
citizens and the New York managers, most of the
good fairies must have been sitting about some
where in the theater for they had certainly left
their best gifts with the monarch. The towns
people in great numbers came to see the play the
next night; but long before that the news had
reached the shady side of Broadway, and from goth
to 42nd sts the actors acclaimed it aloud and just
above the sidewalk the managers sat in their stuffy
offices and chewed their cigars and wondered if it
could be true
1t hardly seemed possible that Walter Conaway
{" the boy manager" he called) had built up
production that the wisest of the old guard of
managers said was ten years ahead of it's time. 1t
had color and speed and novelty, at least so
said, and behind it all there evident the money
unlimited and the intelligence and taste of a
power. And there wonderful tales, too of a
new comedian, one William Danella. who had a
method all of his own, and who would make the
first night audience in New York sit up and take
notice as it had not done in many seasons.
1t was six o'clock the following Monday after
when Henning and Conway left the theater
on Broadway and stood for moment on the side
walk looking up at the electric sign the entrance
Their work was over and it up to the actors and
the head carpenter
Well, 1 guess it'll be all right" said Henning
There's nothing else we do, SUPPOSED"
Conway laid his hand affectionately his
hackers arm. Not thing, Mr.. Hennng. not
thing; that is, except to step aside and see the
limited pass. | told you we'd sneak away in silence
and come back with bells on
1t was the call boy who, while on his half hour
round discovered that Danella was not in his
dressing ROOM few minutes later the men and
women who had already taken their places in the
theater were surprised to in his shirt
sleeves, collarless. and with disheveled hair, run
through the auditorium, and few moments later
back again followed by two in immaculate
evening dress. Hennng, Conaway. and the stage
manager lnStInCtively crossed the darkened stage
in the direction of the entrance leading from the
street. In the narrow hallway. just inside the
stage door, they found Jumel dressed in i'll fitting
conspicuously new evening clothes, great diamond
in his shirt front. He was leaning dejectedly
against the wall his hands stuck deep in his pockets
Well, said Conaway, trying to keep himself in
hand. do you think he may come YETI"
Jumel shook his head. Hardly now, I should
think He always gets in by seven"
When did you see him last?
Il left him at cafe across the street last night
after the rehearsal"
Don't you think we had better send up to his
house?" suggested Henning
I've done that. answered Jumel; but it's no
use: He never goes home when he's like that
Conway turned white, and his teeth came sharply
together. {" So that's it. is it,"
Jumel nodded. 81 guess that's it, he said.
And so you sold gold brick; did your
Jumel did not answer.
1T seems to me, Jumel, we treated you fairly"
Conway snapped at him. why didn't you tell
How to know? He doesn't often go on a
spree, and who would think he would fall down at
a time like this? He was scared that's all The
job was too big for him..
between his lips Just practically what does it
mean?" he asked.
1T means can't open," said Conway. ut
means we come in here with big success and have
to keep the house dark and risk forty thousand
dollars, all on account of a variety actor
How about tomorrow" asked Henning.