The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1912-08-25
One of the Fayorite Stunts

farther over the table ,hrusting her pert,
iil-shaped nose closer and closer to that
of the viellard facing her. In the hooking
stare of her cold glttering eyes there
was something of the reptile in the
blank blinking look he gave her back,
something of the reptiles prey-of the
helpless bird, terrified yet charmed. Clos
ef came the cruel eyes 4 silly smile
was frozen on his lips.
If you care to, we'll have luncheon
Every day. here, just the same;
But sweetheart
Her bare. whtened arm shot out; her
fingers tickled MIN beneath the chin, In
q dersVe caress that was like the strike
of snake
80" If you talk in your sleep
Don't men-shln my name!
How They Do in Fiction
certain Broadway sentmentalist [
wot of, could take, as a beginning, a
scene something like this and make from.
1t pretty romance. l can see what he
would do. He would roll the episode in
the sugar OF his Imagination and place
upon its apex the candied fruit of final
happiness. In bis story the old man
would not be fool but a fine old figure,
millionaire with a house on Fifth av-
enue and a heartache. CYou see, he had
daughter once, who, etc. etc. She woulo
have been just the age of this girl had
she but etc, etc)
As for the cabaret girl in the story. she
would have strange air of refinement"
IL would puzzle you until it was disclosed
that she came of a fine old Southern
family" Little do her poor old mother
or lame sister at home know how she
earns the money TO support themi But
the shrewd eye of the old millionaire land
now that l think of it my friend the SEN
timentalist would make him colonel
with white goatee) would quickly faith
ON the fictional rest" He would call her
to his table aud talk with her In low
well-bred tones while about them all
was smoke and reveliy. He would ask
about her past She would tell him her
real name.
Then. to his surprise and hers. and
ours, the truth would be revealed. The
girl would be ills niece-the daughter of
his scapegrace brother. long since dead,
Together they would rise from the table.
the bent old man and the fair young girl.
The Touching Finale
Out In the night. beyond the gilded
portals of the cabaret, would be standing
the Colonefs perfectly appointed
brougham." A trim footman'' would
open the door The Colonel would hand
the girl in" ahead of him. Then as she
dropped back upon the soft cushions"
symbolic OF ths luxurious future awaiting
her as his adopted daughter. the Colonel
wonln turn 10 sis footman and pronounce
the single, significant word Home
which would end the story.
As he wrote that final word I think
my Broadway sentimentalist would drop
tear upon his manuscript | am sure
that he cries over his stories after a
certain point. just as he cries over his
high balls afte- a certain hour. And for
my part ! could almost cry over his
stories myself.
Alas for rorancel No sucn story was
enacted. AS the real cabare girl Qn all
her panoply OF unreality) left him. tho
real old man felt not at all paternal He
was thinking. en- the contrary. that the
Young girl had a pretty body and that
lie was not SO old. after ALL as 10 be I'M
attractive TO the women.
The cabaret girls mind was csuatisss
centuries older than the rest Of her $40
knew that she Lad hypnotized him. as she
had so many other men before, She
always picked an old one for that sort OF
thing; the young ones guy back, sons-
times which II inconvenlent
Now that he's ort os nis trance" shs
raid to herself. Il mustn't notice ths old
silly. When they're like that tney want
TO pinch my ara. put their ciarany hands
on my shoulder and make me dance witt,
them