The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-06-13

She therefore convulsed an audience
and petrified a stage by stalking pen
sively up and down a ducal audience
chamber, among brOcaded mobiles, clad
in the eye-insulting simplicity of a pal
pable sheet.
Coming off. so innocent was her con
science that she never so much as
lodged when the furious Studheim
hurled himself at her.
What do you mean-you, by wear
ing this COMPOUNDED thing?" he demand
ed, tweaking IT from her shoulders.
Jane promptly ceased from being a
hireling. and she flashed him such a
look of regal womanhOOd that he tar
Oily regained his manners.
Don't you dare swear at met she
menaced passionately, nor touch me,
ever" Her little fingers chung uncon-
sciously around her pages dagger quite
as if she were ready to put it into
him. II only did what you told me,
and if it's wrong it's you who are to
blame and l who ought to be swear
ing"
All the listeners held their breath at
this TRADE, for Studheim was king off
and on. His glare changed to grudging
admiration
BY Jove, you're fresh. aren't you?"
he demanded
And you don't like them that way,
do you?" asked Jane, who had swiftly
recovered her nonchalance. She cast
a Pickering glance in the direction of
the clever Nance, who was standing
slightly in the distance and soulfully
observing Studheim with polite adora-
sion.
With policy as evident, though man
ifested differently, Jane flew without
waiting for reply.
THE finest thing about Shakespeare, -
she confided 10 her silent dressing
room, lis that he don't require the
entire cast to line up. all a-simper. in
the last act. I'm through for tonight"
She rapidly packed her trunk. leav-
ing out red tunic in a state of OBJ
vious unrepair.
III spangle the beast in the train
tomorrow" she said meditatively, cram
ming it into her hand satchel I'm too
tired for tonight. Me for the downy
at once"
Reaching the hotel. she found that
the sleepy parlor maid had remained on
duty in order TO offer Jane assistance.
Nothing doing tonight" said Jane.
laughing, but bed and sleep. I'm dead
tired"
Then let me carry your valise up
stairs, miss said the girl. taking it.
Jane was always an immense favorite
with maids, landladies, dressmakers-in
word, with any one she might snub,
and did not
That's all; thank you" she said. at
her own door; then glancing at the
dim light from the transom adjoining
hers she asked casually. who's in
there?"
"A man who's hideous sick. miss. q"
replied the maid. cycling the door angri-
ly. People had no business to be sick.
He's actor. too He was with the
Me to the Merry Merry burlesquers,
that was here last week, but he took
abed and they had to leave him."
What's his Nance asked Jane.
Noel Leon is the way he writes il:
but that amt no name at all-the hind
name is made out of the front one"
Who takes care Of him."
No one. He just lies there abed
He's going TO make a die Of il. toor'
The maid spoke with Unconcealed OBJ
lection to the mans choice of proceed
ing. We're goin' TO jounce him to the
'Ospital tomorrer."
What's the matter with him?"
asked Jane She spoke as gently as
ever to the maid. having already
learned that one is not necessarily bru-
tai just because she resents the project
ed death of a guest. To a maid a guest
is transient yet continuous nuisance,
bad enough alive and very annoying
dead
It's consumption, miss
He doesn't cough" commented Jane.
No. miss. it amt that kind. It's
called whisky consumption - not
lungses but stummick."
All said Jane. She dismissed the
girl and entered her room-worried.
Tired though she was. she could not