The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-06-12

ehud. thud na she walked v the tiled
tloor. Her extreme nervousness In
creased as he reared the mysterious
door which shuts off the manager from
all lesser mortals. Inc when she was
Ushered into his presence she was trem-
bling.
The manager swept her with one
glance from head to foot. The cold
and measured gaze acted as q tonic,
and collecting herself with one supreme
effort. she looked into the managers
eyes and waited for him to speak.
= manager was conscious of a dis
tinct shock. Those eyes! Where had
he seen anything like them before?
yellow as amber. and with hat pc
culiar expression!
had seen eyes like these-in the head
OF Mile. Marfe's big st. Bernard. He
also remembered having told Mile.
Marie that II he ever met a woman with
such eyes he would-well, at any rate.
here was the woman, but certainly not
as he had pictured her. This woman
was middle-aged and wrinkled. The
fires of youth had been so damned back
into her being that their s~nouldering
lights were leTt no outlet save through
her eyes. Hard work and i'll usage had
worked ravages with her physique.
But these things did not count. one
o them in at q glance and then came
back to her eyes.
The manager had intended to make
short work of his visitor, but he found
himself actually Offering the woman a
chair, and saying in his kindest tone:
Madam, what you ask in your note is
very strange, and | do not think it pos
0tbly can be DONE"
on. please do not say that" came
with such breathless eagerness and
such a note OF wild pleading that he
felt himself moved.
rs 1t because the sum of money is
too smail?" continued the woman ct
IS all l have; every cent in the world"
NO. madam, a thousand dollars is a
good sum and would probably W. all
the expense. But so nan things en-
ter into the success OF a play besides
money. A play written by one not
yersed IN stage craft would prove q
dismal failure, and when you try to
act that kind with the leading char
acter o novice then there's no telling
where you would land"
The wOman's face became deathlv
pale, but her eyes glowed with a won
derful light.
1T is my hearts DESIRE" she said In
O low, passionate voice. CAN nv
weary life I have nursed this drama.
To stand for one night before the eves
with my thoughts mi words, and have
their hearts BEAT in unison with mine.
to feel their life throbbing through my
veins and to know thai mine was lap
ping over and around them like a
burning seal"
The manager turned squarely around.
Sand do you think you could do it?"
he scornfully asked. You. with no
knowledge and training. no technique
OF any kind. I tell o the writer's of
plays are one class Of people and the
players of them another, and neither
reach the goal you seek at one bound,
but only through years of patient ana
painstaking toll"
The woman leaned forward. her soul
pouring through her amber eyes and
doing battle with the mar before her.
''Sir,'' she cried. you have no right to
refuse me until you have read my
play"
She handed him q well-worn manu-
script. written in cramped. old-fash-
toned letters.
The manager ran his eyes over 1t.
Suddenly he flushed a deep red and
turned a lowering brow upon the wom-
an. who was watching him in breath
aMadasne.'. he coldly said. this play
n not original. I bought 1t two months
no from . man and It has already