The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-27
THE CHORUS LADY,
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scattered around the lamp

above. Scattered around the lamp :
were novels and a few of the latest
magazines, mostly having to do with
sport In some shape or form. On the
smaller table beside which she was
seated, a round enc, was q delicately
chased vase of silver in which were
some American Beauty roses. Evil
IDENTIFY they had been there for three
OF four days. for they wers dropping
and faded. Heavy double curtains, red
also, were looped apart at the two
windows, disclosing other long hanging
curtains of cream lace.
Between the windows was a lounge
piled high with the softest of soft cuahJ
ions, and above 1t, occupying all the
wall space, was a picture representing
Youth" in which the life size figure
of a young girl beside a stream In a
listening attitude and wearing little but
a mischevous, provoking smile, stood
out in startling relief against a somber
background. On q plano and amid
bibelots of bronze n ivory on the
mantelpiece were several portraits OF
women, mostly actresses, bearing auto
graphs.
A handsome bookcase beside a door
opposite the lounge extended from the
door to the corner Of the room at right
angles to the mantelpiece. 1t was I'LL
ed with books, partly French, bound
and In paper covers. packed in whars
ever there was room for them. r.,
From the bookcase her eyes wander
ed to the door. She wondered whera
1t led to. Then she walked to the man.
telpiece and looked at the portraits,
framed and unframed. The originals
OF some she knew at least by sight and
name. She took in her hand the por.
trait of one woman, unknown to her
and very beautiful, which stood IN Q
shining silver frame, obviously q new
one. Something was written across Il
in a fine, delicate scrawl. She held II
to he light and read:
ITO Dickie from Tat. Memento Of q
good time never to be forgotten"
The portrait impressed her Disagree
ably. She was vaguely Jealous Of this
beautiful unknown. and she replaced
the photograph rather impatiently and
roughly. AS she did SO she caught
sight in the mirror of her own face.
all farded n rouged and powdered.
She uttered a little cry of dismay. It
seemed to her that she looked hideous.
Mr.. Crawford must never see her like
that; she must wash her face soma
how. But how3 Where7 There was
nothing with which she could do ik
there, not even a glas sof water. She
wondered whether she could ask the
valet to bring her one on the pretext
that she was thirsty. She went to tho
door leading to the hall, but the man
was not to be seen. and she did not
like to call him. Suppose she were to
try the other door, She went to Il.
but hesitated. She was afraid to opsn
1t. Yet something had to be done. Mr..
Crawford would arrive at any minute
he might at that very be on.
the elevator. She looked around in PERI
pexity, not knowing what to do. and
noticed the roses, Immediately a.
happy thought struck her. Here was
water! Quickly she went to the vase.
but stopped again, nonplussed. With
what was she going to wipe her face?
She had no handkerchief In her stage
dres. With febrile haste she searched.
the cloak, haping against hope that
there might be one there. The cloak.
though sleeveless, had a pocket, but
there was nothing In 1t save a little
book of face powder paper. Her
woman's wit came to her aid, She tore
a large piece off her petticoat, and, re-
moving the roses, bathed and rubbed
her face vigorously until not a vestige
of the fards remained. Z