The star and Newark advertiser., 1908-06-17

THE CHORUS LADY (
NSysssa by DSS M FoT ss n play JAMES FORBES
Then she became paIe and coIlapsed

Then she became pale and collapsed
into a chair.
"shes killed! She's killed." she
shrieked. "Oh. the black day oi let me
Patsy go trapesin' all over the coun-
try."
O'Brien, who had gone into the parIor
to replace the precious picture on the
wall, rushed back
"Phwat ails ye?" he demanded, In
great alarm.
"Oi have a tiligram. She's killed.
My Patsy's killed." moaned the old
woman, while the tears streamed down
her face in a veritable flood.
Wouldn't it be as well to open it7s
suggested Crawford drily.
O'Brien grabbed the telegram and
tore it open, but his wife snatched It
back Indignantly.
"Oh, is she aiive?" duplicated Nora
who had remained petrifled with con-
sternation.
Praise be, she isl It's soigned Pat
sy.' " announced her mother.
Then, while O'Brien heaved great
sigh of relief. she read aloud;
:" Shows on the'-on the-I can't
make it out 1t looks loike p-a-z-a-z."
That's right" explained Crawford
to the sorely puzzled family. -'On the
pazaz-Tenderloines for on the blink"
He added to make it perfectly clear to
them, "She means that the show is no
good-that it has busted, in a word"
But Mrs. O'Brien at the next few
words of the telegram sat bolt upright
Coming on the seven-six. Me for
home and mother Wake up, Patrick
O'Brien! Don't stand there like the
ninny ye are! It's half-past siyin now,
an yir poor choild's waitin' in the cold
daypol" :
She leaped to her feet.
O'Brien. as the significance of it had
dawned upon him, had become wildly
excited.
Mora" he shouted, where's me over
coat? Wolfe, where's me hat? You'll
excuse me, sor. Oi must go hitch up"
But his wife brought him up short
with round turn and put quick, ef-
fectual damper on his zeal.
Hold yir hosses!" she directed.
Yell go ask Danny to meet her It's
dyin glad av the chance he'll be. Oi've
use for yez here"
use for me here? An what'n Nora
be doin?" he demanded.
"Nora'l be entertainin' Mr.. Craw-.
ford"
"Oh. you mustn't let me interfere"
said the latter diffidently
Not at all. It's a mans wurruk
Oi've got for him." she said.
What wurruk?" asked O'Brien
sulkily.
The woman gazed at him severely.
III yez must compel me to revale the
nv fha Aa1., A.
beds to be put up" came. in scathing
| tones.
o'Brien departed to deliver his mes
sage to Mallory, and Crawford rose.
Il fear l am in the way" he OBJ
served
Not at all, not at all. Mister Craw-
FORD, said the woman heartily. Make
yirself at home. Stop an have a bit
| Of chat with Nora. She'll have 4
chance to say a wurrud for herself
now her mothers Tavin the room"
She went out, and Crawford and the
wild rose" were alone. He watched
her awhile at her work of clearing the
table, and for once in his life was at a
loss what to say. She was entirely
different from the women of his class
and from the women not of his class
with whom he associated
$50 it's your sister and Mallory. eh?
l shall have to congratulate him." he
ventured, feeling that he must say
something. Il am going to be his part
ner you know"
isn't that nicei" exclaimed the girl.
Dams fine man, and he'll make a
good husband. Nom says good hus-
bands are awfully scarce"
Il wouldn't worry about that If
were you he laughed, amused at her
candor and naiyete.
''I'm not worrying" she told him.
I'm going on the stage"
That's not a bad place to get hus-
bands these days" he said.
"Oh." she protested. but I'm not go
ing on the stage to get married.
mo? Oh, l see, for fame
He smiled at her, more and more
amused.
mo, indeed" she said, decidedly.
"for $40 a week. Just think of all the.
pretty clothes you can buy for thatl"
"Can you? l wish had known It."
he laughed, having in mind sundry
dressmakers bills he had settled.
PATSY says 1 ought to stay at home
that l don't know when I'm well off,
she confided, growing more bold and
friendly as the conversation proceeded.
II fear I agree with Patsy" he said
gravely
She looked at him with a pout of dis
appointment and displeasure.
"trhat's all very we'll But how would :
you like to wear your sisters old
dresses?"
(To BE Continued TomOrrow.)