Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-04

Stodger reflected and remembered, but
pleaded, in excavations:
But did it all at the rectory. num-
my
"She was SICK" explained her sister,
turning politely to Hughie.
Twice. corroborated Stodger, not with
out pride.
Yes; in decent basin provided by the
parish" continued buckles. hazily. She
had recently begun to attend church, and
her reading during the sermon had opened
to her q new and fertile field for quota
ton.
"Tell me more about the tableaux.
Jack" said Hughie, hastily. as Mrs Le-
roy accelerated her ritualistic progeny's
departure upstairs.
They're spendin' lashings of money on
them. Won't make a farthinS profit, l
don't suppose; but the show should be
all right They're getting a pro- down
to stage manage en-
Joey!"
Miss Gaymer's entrance brought the
atrical conversation up to fever heat: and
for the rest Of the meal and. indeed, for
the next few days, Eughie lived and
breathed in a world composed of rfckety
scenery. refractory pulleys and hot size.
inhabited by people who were always talk
Ing, usually cross. and most intermittent
III their feeding times
| One afternoon Joan took him down to
the hall, OStenSibly as a companion, in
lreality to shift some large flats of scenery,
too wide for feminine arms to span.
| Capt. Leroy had already offered him.
self In that capacity. but his services had
been brutality declined, on the ground
that the scenery was not concave.
| 1.-The programs are being printed today
We are going to have the tableaux in the
first half" Joan ratified on. as they
yY-o lI<A 0,rsrh hn ynlo t,tf oil
known pictures, you know. Some of them
arc perfectly lovely. I am in three she
| added, rather naively.
Hughie asked for details.
"Well the first one is to be The Mirror
Of Venus'-a lot Of girls looking into
pool
Are you in that?".
| Not much. That is for all the riff
linvted-the Mellishes. and the Crumfords,
and the Joblinss. (You know the lotD
There's another tableau for their men
such horrors, my dear, But that dis
poses Of them, for part one-they don't
have to appear again until the wax
works. Then there's a perfectly sweet
one, The Gamblers Wife,
who is she to be-"
Sylvia Tarrant. She sits under a tree
in an old garden, looking sad" gabbled
band CANDLES with some other men on
the lawn behind. You'll cry! 1 come
after that-'Two Strings to Her Bow A
girl walking arm-in-arm with two men.
| She looks quite pleased with herself-the
men have both got camelious hump"
"Who are they?'
Its not quite settled yet. told them
they could fight 1t out among themselves.
expect it will be Binks and Cherub,
though. But they must decide soon, be-
cause time is getting on, and Mr.. Hail.
burton says
"Who?'
Halliburton" said Hughie, stopping
short.
| Yes. Didn't you know? He is stage
managing us. He came down this morn
in gis b. st.v,ns IN ~. ,ouss,. was
Hughes next question.
| mo; We couldn't get him in. He's put
ting up at the Bull. in the village" said
Joan. Il wish we could have found room
for him." she added, with intention. She
| knew that most men neither loved Mr.
Halliburton nor approved of their girl
| friends becoming intimate with him; and
| this alone was quite sufficient to predis-
pose her in that misjudged hero's favor.
| In her heart of hearts Miss Gaymer was
just little eprise with Mr.. Halliburton.
| and, as becomes one who is above such
things, just a little ashamed of the fact.
She had found something rather compel
ling in his dark eyes and silky ways, but,
being anything but susceptible young
person. rather resented her own weakness.
Still. the fact remained. She had seen a
good deal Of Mr.. Halliburton in London
how, she could hardly explain, though
possibly Mr.. Halliburton could have done
so-and had listened. not altogether un-
moved, to tales of a patrimony renowned
for arts sake, Of an ancestral home
barred by a hot-headed but lovable "old
tpater"; and to various reflections, half
humorous. half pathetic. on the subject
Of what might have been If this world
were only juster place.
| Joan. who did not know that Mr.. Hail.
lburton's ancestral home had been situated
tween the back of Oxford street and Soho
Square, and that his ''old pater' had but
lately retired from the post of head
waiter at a theatrical restaurant in
Maiden lane. In order to devote his I'M
divided attention to the more perfect col
Oring OF an already carnelian proboscis,
felt distinctly sorry for her romantic
friend. When young girl begins to feel
possibilities; and when heavy-handed and
purblind authority steps in and forbids
the banns. SO to speak, the possibilities
become probabilities. and, In extreme
1 cases, certainties.
/ Joan glanced obliquely at Hughie. That
impressive young man was advancing with
measured strides. frowning ferociously.
She continued. not altogether displeased:
1.-THE next tableau is Flora Macdonald s
'Farewell-very Scotch. A man in a kilt
stands in the CENTER
She babbled on, but Hughes attention
Wandered.
| Halliburton again! He did not like the
idea. Consequently it was not altogether
surprising if, when Joan paused to in
quire whether he regarded Queen Eliza
beth or a suffragette as the most suitable
vehicle for one Of Mrs. Jarley's most
cherished "whee1ss." Hughie should have
replied:
Joan. how d that chap come here?
Was he engaged by you, or did he offer
HIMSELF"
He offered hiS,self-very kindly!' said
Joan, stifny.
| II suppose he IS being paid?'
| Eyes, OF course-\a guinea or two. It's
his profession" slid Joan, impatiently.