Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-03-07
Copyright, 1870 b. The Bobbs- Merrill Coz
CHAPTER K.
The Boy From My Town.

lie went Lu0 next udy W see hSCIy
Lane at the Savoy and learned that
she was too ill to receive him. Mrs.
Higgins in the sitting-room told him
so.
Dan liked the big cordial face Of
the ScOtchWOman who acted as COM
panion, dresser and maid for the star.
Mrs. Higgins had an affable face, one
that welcomes, and she made it plain
that she was not an enemy to this
young caller.
The visitor, in his blue serge
clothes, was less startling than most
of the men that came to see her mis-
tress.
"She works too hard, doesn't she?'
"She does everything too hard, sir"
"She ought to rest"
II doubt if she does, even In her
grave" returned Higgins. "She is too
full of motion She is like the little
girl in the fairy book that danced in
her grave"
Dan didn't like this comparison.
CCL JOu ulChS uCI uOAu Itp q AAL-
tle?"
Higgins smiled and shook her head.
Lefty Lanes sitting-room was as
full of roses as a flower garden. There
were quantities of theatrical photo
graphs in silver and leather frames
on the tables and the piano. Signed
portraits from crowned heads; pic
lures of well-knOwn worldly men and
women whom the dancer had charmed.
But full-length picture of Lefty Lane
herself in one of the dresses of MAN
dalay" lay On the table near Dan, and
he picked it up. She smiled at him
enchantingly from the cardboard,
across which was written in her big,
dashirg hand: For the Boy from my
Town. Lefty Lane"
Dan glanced UP at Mrs. Higgins.
why, that looks as though this
were for me-"
The dressing woman nodded. miss
Lane thought she would be able to
see you today"
The picture in his hand, Dan gazed
at it rapturOUsly.
I'm from Blairtown, Montana,
where she came from"
$50 she told me, SIR
He laid the picture back on the
table, and Higgins understood that he
wanted Miss Lane to give it to him
herself. She led him affably to the
door and affably smiled upon him.
She had a frill in her hand thin
BILE on her finger, and lot of needles
il her bodice She looked motherly
and useful. Blair liked to think Of
her with Lefty Lane. He put his hand
in his pocket, but she saw his gesture
and reproved him quietly: mo, no,
sir, please, I never do. I am just as
much obliged" and her face remained
so affable that Blair was not en-
barrassed by her refusal His parting
words were:
Now, you make her take care of
herself"
And to please him, as she opened
the door, she pleasantly assured him
that she would do her very best.
Dan went out of the Savoy feeling
that he had left something of himself
behind him in the motley room Of an
actress with it's perfumed atmosphere
of roses and violets. The photograph
winch ne mad laid down on the table
seemed to look out at him again, and
he repeated delightedly, THAT one
was for me, all right! I'm the hey
from her town and no mistake" And
he thought of her as she had lain,
lifelessly and pale on the dressing
room sofa, under the touch of hired
hands, and how, no doubt, she had
been lying in her room when he called
today, with shades drawn, resting be-
fore the long hard evening, when Lon
don would be amused by her, delight
ed by her, charmed by her voice, by
her body and her grace. He had
wandered up as far as Piccadilly,
went into a florists and stood before
the flowers. Her sitting-roOm had been
full of roses, but Dan chose some
thing else that had caught his eye
from the window-a huge country bas-
ket of primroses, smelling of the earth
and the spring. He sent them with
his card and wrote on it, ITO the Girl
from My Town." and sent the gift
with a pleasure as young and as fresh
as was his own heart
He got no note of acknowledgment
from his flowers. Miss Lane was evil
IDENTITY better and played every night;
no mention was made of her indispo-
sition in the papers. But Dan couldn't
go to the Gaiety or bear to see her
make the effort which he knew must
tire her beyond words to conceive.
After few days he called at the
G-~-N~ ia en+ ESwG of her. He got as