Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-01-25

Il suppose He likes the atmosphere he says
subject matter thereof. I'm coming to decision
said she. Il want to see him
Miss Annabel Jones i the heroine OF this story,
but that does not actually prevent her from having
mind of her own. Generally, it is true, it does.
But Miss Jones was spinster who had taught
black eyes of hers. underneath that smart and hand
some hair there lay determination. When that
smoothly groomed little fist closed, it closed for
purpose; when the trim and vigorous little shoulders
squared they squared with an intention. Md the
intention was not fifty year, old. nor five hundred
anything that is eternal is fresh every day. Oak,
mountains, dew sunshine Sap above all. Miss
An mabel Jones aged fifty, had sanpy quay.
Monte, how long have you been trying to write
plays" she asked, when the Last strand of spaghetti
lay in the engine rooms OF Art.
Monte licked cigarette and droned: -Four
years"
Him." said Annabel
Monte slowly inhaled blew the smoke through
-, Annabc shut her lips tigltly. ii. don't know.
They're considering it. But haven't much hope.
Frankly, don't think I'm much OF playwright and,
frankly, don't care.'
You could hardly expect much success with your
ard punctuated the "an,osphere' with lily,whi;s,
hand. Art you know, is long--long- thing"
Mon re s s5 sanity a his mser S rons his
pompadour portentously. as one who terminates
chance. And then I'm going to make living. Art
won't be long-ong-long with me-
After each "long" she smacked the table with her
hand
Monte. groanng like a young walrus lost in the
throes of psychology, frowned. held alot long
finger, and began:
1T is this way. Art is long. Il am any Judge
Of .he human mind the human mind is as unable to
function intelligently ohhand at the first attempt
try and try. Al first You will only toddle--toddle"
he wagged his finger with toddling, motion
a 1F be NeT YOU cam @ w T don't tt
want to be brutal, Miss loncs--though they say all
artists are brutal but it strikes me as beng-well-.
rash Of you, at least to expect to put your sort Of
thing across. I'm speaking as man Of the worldly
Inlalc here. "Nou got know something about life
before you write play. Nasal expulsion here.
know men and women. You've got TO i've
You bet I've got to live" snapped Annabel. ~
i've got only fifteen dollars left. That will last
about three weeks on a pinch"
Miss Jones they both had visions OF a ,pashcttilcss
future
Annahsl ex2anea d. "yoH people have give" me
shocked me. 1t wa. the best thing that could hap
pen to me, too Here's the point: Cleo. you've
been here three years and ha!loStcn.'hy play
She slapped the table lrmy. That settles me. l
may not know anything about iiie--peoplc have
bcr--but do know this: Life is vital. Vital comes
from old Latin word and it means keep moving
# you don't move, it strikes me you're dead. Now.
if Art consists in doing nothing then the grave
yards much be chuck jan, full OF the great American
drama: I'm not that kind of an artist-not, yet.
I'm fifty but don't intend to have epitaph on
believe can write play and il find out can'
I'm not going TO stand stock-still and fill myself full
talk about f' Art beng S long has developed more
sck-in-t the -muds than anything else 49,,
MSns Ms, sn9 on sa hs h ss d not a
philosopher" And he staked out.
Cleo sazed at her whc WIZ al. ln n
marked length, launching over book and d stick
ing her leaf,menacng thumb in her mouth. u hope
YOU don't think I'm a stick -in-the mud YOU have
no idea how I've broadened mentally since came
to New York"
Miss Annabel Jones put her dissemination int into .
next day. she went down to Mrs: ,Euphema Hanks
Mrs. Hanks is playbrokcr with an almost mas:
cune mustachc and a decidedly ma sculine grasp OF
the titterng menials usual in New York offices, was
rshered into the great Hanks presence.
1T has ' good % points, began the august Hanks.
"and maybe ii you hang on and try, you-"
81 don't want 70 write plays, want JOB inter-
rupted Annabcl Jones with a snap of her finger
The majestic Hanks looked thundcrstruck
Il want a job in your outer office answering call
ers' questions" Annabel Jones went on bri,ky.
older head over them, Yon and know that. You're
too busy, that's all. I'm fifty and know how peo.;
She kept on. 81 want the job, hear a LOT Of talk
about modern business methods and ! think it is
simply phrase people hypnotic themselves with
Modern methods are all tomm!yrot; they'd make
John Jacob Aston turn over in hi, grave 1t seems
to me the more | see of New York business. the
more | see that too many people are just running,
helter- skelter. Too many systems; not enough bee
line" concluded Annabe Jones ,emphatically, fold
ing her hands in her lap and swapping her eyes at
the playbrokcr.
"I--why-I.-you're quite right; quite right" mum
bed that lady heavily. The fact is one OF those
girls is going to quit and get married, anyway
She paused obviously: But the salary is only
twelve dollars week.
"I'l take it, and begin now. ii you say So"
Annabel engaged
In Washington Square South there were many
debates az to Miss Annabel Jones, Most OF these
debates is usual in art circles, were held behind
her hack They admirable ne ,ation