The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-09-21


him to this conclusion. They had
motored from Osdene Park together.
and he had been extremely taken with
the pleasure. of it, and with the fact
OF their real companionship. Two or
three times the words had been on
MS lips, which were fated not to be
! spoken then, however, and Dan
reached the Gaiety still unfettered,
his duchess by his side And then the
orchestra had begun to play "Manda-
/ lay' the curtain had gone up and
/ Lefty Lane had come out on the
boards. But her apparition did not
/ strike off his chains Immediately, nor
did he renounce his plan to tell the
duchess the very next day that he
! loved her.
! When with sparkling eyes Lady
Galorey raved about "Mandalay," Dan
listened with eagerness. Everybody
seemed to know all about Lefty Lane,
but he alone knew from what town
she had come!
i They went for supper at the Carl
ton after the theater.
Lefty" Lady Galorey said, tells it
herself how the impresario heard her
sing in some country church-picked
her up then and there and brought
her over here, and they say she mar
ried him.
Dan Blair could have told them how
she had sung in that little church
that day. Dan was eating his caviare
sandwich. "Her name then was Sally
Towney," he murmured How little
he had guessed that she was singing
herself right out of that church and
into the London Gaiety Theater! Any
way, she had made him "sit up!" 1t
was a far cry from Montana to the
London Gaiety. And so she mar
ried the greasy Jew who had discov-
cred her!
Dan glanced over at the Duchess OF
Breakwater. She was looking well,
exquisitely high bred, and she I'M
pressed him. She leaned slightly over
to him, laughing He had hardly dared
to meet her eyes that day, fearing
that she might read his secret. She
had told him that in her own right
she was a countess-the Countess of
Stainer. Titles didn't cut any ice
with him. At any rate, she would be
able to buy back the old farm'-that
is the way Dan put it. She had told
him of the beautiful old Stainer Court,
mortgaged and hung up with debts,
as deep in ruins as the ivy was thick
on the walls.
AS Dan looked over at the duchess
he saw the other people staring and
looking about at table near. 1t was
spread a little to their left for four
people, a great bouquet of orchids in
the center.
There" Galorey said, there's Let
ty Lane And the singer came in,
followed by three men, the first OF
them the Prince Poniotowsky, indo-
lent, bored, naughty, his eye-glass
dangling. Miss Lane was dressed in
black, a superb costume of faultless
cut, and it EMBODIED her like shad-
ow; as a shadow might enfold spec
ter, for the dancer was as pale as the
dead She had neither painted nor
rouged, she had evidently employed
no coquetry to disguise her flag; rath-
er she seemed to be on the verge OF
q serious illness, and presented a
striking contrast to the brilliant crea-
ture, who had shone before their eyes
not an hour before. Her dress was
challenge to the more gay and deli
! cate affairs the other women in the
restaurant wore. The gown came
severely up to her chin. Its high col
lar closed around with a pearl neck
lace; from her ears fell pearls, long,
creamy and priceless. She wore
great feathered hat, which, dropping,
almost hid her small, pale face and
her golden hair. She drew off her
gloves as she came in and her white,
jeweled hands flashed. She looked
infinitely tired and extremely bored
AS soon as she took her seat at the
table intended for her party, POM
otowsky poured her out glass OF
champagne, which she drank off as
though It were water
"Gad," Lord Galorey said, "she Is a
sumner! What figure, and what a
head, and what daring to dress like
that"
"She knows how to make herself
conspicuous" said the Duchess OF
Breakwater.
"She looks extremely ill.," said Lady
Galorey 1.-THE pace she goes will dc
her up in year or two"
Dan Blair had his back to her, and
when they rose to leave he was the
last to pass out. Lefty Lane saw him
and light broke over her pallid face
She nodded and smiled and shook hel
hand in a pretty little salute. If hel
face was pale, her lips were red, ano
her smile was like sunlight; and al
her recognition a wave Of friendly Eel
lowship swept over the young man-a
sort of loyal kinship to her whlcn Ne
hadn't felt for any other women
there, and which he could not nave e1
planned. In warm approval OF the
actress distinction, he said softly &c
himself: THAT'S all right-she makes
the rest of them look like thirty
cents.