The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-06-19
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Nom" she replied, with an air of
husinesslike Importance. you don't
understand. l simply can't keep men
like Henry w. Savage mi Klaw &
Erlanger waitin' to know what I'm
goin' to do"
"Wil you have a part in the play?"
queried Nora.
THAT depends on the part. Like as
not I'll just go back in the chorus.
What's the use of bein' ambitious? 1t
only makes you uncomfortable in your
mind. I've thought some of goin' into
vaudeville. I've a friend that's close
| to B. F. Keith's stenographer, an he
thought he could book me some dates.
Maybe I'll frame up a sister act"
"A sister act! oh, Pat, are you go
ing to take me?" cried Nora eagerly.
why, honey lamb" said Patsy, with
loving. motherly depreciation. you
couldn't do a turn in vaudeville. The
stage is no place for you"
Nora flushed and glared at her sister
with jealous fury.
you needn't think you're the only
person In this family that can do any
thing" she retorted. You're jealous
because I'm better looking than you
are. I'll go in the chorus, too, just to
spite you-you see If I don't!"
And, bursting into a fit of angry
weeping. she bounced out of the room.
Patsy, amazed and panied and anx-
ious to soothe her sister, followed her
to the DOT of the stairs.
why. ~Nora-honey lamb" she cried.
Come here, child, =
Honey lamb nothingl" screamed the
enraged girl as she slammed the door
of her room. "Tll go in the chorus just
to spite you"
Patsy. p~erturbed and distressed, turn
ed back.
MON. you haven't been encouragin'
her? Pop. you won't let her go?" she
questioned.
Mrs. O'Brien remained silent and
looked ~inquiringly at her husband. AL
though in the ordinary conduct of
household affairs she ruled supreme, In
times of crises or when it came to
the decision of weighty matters she
looked, womanlike, to her husband for
counsel and action. !
O'Brien puffed at his pipe inc re-
f1ected. It seemed to him very natural
that Nora should desire to follow in
her sisters footsteps. and he was In
able to see any objection to such a
course.
"She's got to be thinkin' av earnin'
her livin'," he observed.
mix for the stage, pop" said Patsy
"She amt wise to takin' care of her
self"
"Phwat dye mean, choild?" de-
manded her mother.
II mean" answered Patsy emphat-
ically, IT don't want my little sister in
the chorus"
"If 1t amt fit for Nora, it amt fit
for you, and it's here yen stay" de-
| clared O'Brien very quietly and very
firmly.
She went to him and placed her hand
upon his shoulder.
Dear old pop, you don't understand.
The chorus Is all right, all right. As
I've told o before, like everything
else, it depends on the kind of person
that goes into it, An she's such a
baby an so sweet 1t seems a shame
she can't stay home till she marrles
some nice Teller"
"Sure you done pretty WELL" her
mother reminded her.
Me? Oh. I'm different" said the
girl. I'm wise. l can tell the goods
from the phoney every time"
"CouldlNt you teach Nora?"
"Id just as lief she wouldn't learn"
"Ah, Patsy, me darlin', you're for
getting. It's a lesson women must
learn, somehow, somewhere, some day.
Better you nor someone else to stand
by an watch she amt harmed"
Patsy sighed.
True, she said. slowly. Maybe
you're right, MON, after all"
"Ye're as good as gold. I'd trust yez
anywhere" declared the old woman
fondly.
Patsy made a little gesture of affec-
tionate reproof.
you're sure strong with the barney,
amt she, pop?" she laughed.
mo blarney at ALL denied her
mother. But it's dyin' we must be for
a cup of tay an yir brikfast. I'll git 1t
for yez at wanst."
What" exclaimed O'Brien, Here's
a rig comm"
i've a bunch that's Dan. Skidoo,
pop" cried Patsy, kissing him hastily
and pushing him toward the door.
THAT goes for you, too, nom. 1 guess
l don't need no c~haperony."