El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-07-29
HER GIRL
By Mrs. Stanley French.

~ RAVOi Bravo! Bravo Encorei'
The crowded house resound-
II ed with the cries, and Lord
Wyeth, seated in his box near the
stage, leaned forward little to catch
better glimpse of the people. Tier
upon tier, a sea of faces, a sea of
hands. and all this applause meant for
one little woman whose singing had
pleased them. As she moved forward
again from the wings the house rocked
itself in very madness, cries redOubled
in energy, the gallery was upon its
feet and as Maisie Macdonald moved
nearer the foOtlights she was greeted
herr" till at tiny gesture of her hand
the house subsidized to silence, and
with a little nod towards the leader
of the orchestra Maisie Macdonald,
music hall favOrite, sang over again
her latest success
1t was a simple little Cockney song,
setting forth the attractions of a
laundress down the Kent road way who
had lovers galore. but who refused
them all, much to the bewilderment of
each one who failed to know why
Lizzie, the laundry girl.
Wiv' her golden air in curl"
should refuse all and sundry. The So
luton came in the last verse. when
Lizzie informed her latest lover that
she had an old mother, and that she
vas Just her girl, her girl
Her girl, her girl.
WV her golden air in curl;
Jest the same ole muvYer;
Never Wantin' annuYYer;
For Am her girl"
-Encore-ore-ore- rang out
the cry, and dropping a demure little
curtsey, winking her eye at the audi
ence, she whisked away, and Lord
Wyeth took down his coat and hat,
opened the door of the box end turned
n 90 n ha he al 1rV 4
to drive Maisie on to her next house,
as he had often done before
Miss Macdonald is changing, sir,
she said She asked me TO tell you
to wait 10 ticks, and she would be
ready"
He smiled back and pressed a coin
in her hand.
Did She get my roses. simmons -
he asked But befOr" Simmons could
answer the door opened suddenly, a
vision enveloped in a tussore dust
bobbing saucily-and he held out his
You dear she said. Are you 60
ing to drive me on TO the Friy?'
If I may" he cried eagerly, and
Simmons turned discreetly.
Don't ruffle my hair she said
There won't be time to do IL again
before 1 60 on. I've got two. songs at
the Friv. Did ii go well tonight dear?"
I should think So" he returned en-
Enthusiastically Never better"
She threw him a quick upward
glance full of smiles.
I'm SO glad" she said I love that
song. It's so real. I feel exactly like
the little Cockney when I'm singing
Hurrying out. he helped her into
the car that waited, gave the order 20
the chauffeur, and she leaned back
with sigh of content against his
Darling" he said. Il wish you'd
marry me at once and give it up. You
know, I've told my people and they
mater has given in as nicely as pos
sible, and directly they return TO Eng
land they want to meet you
A little flush crept over her face
I shall love your mother, I'm sure,
she said rs very nice of them, Dick.
Not many old families such as yours
would have been willing for you to
marry a music hall singer and make
no fuss about it
Lord Wyeth colored slightly under
cover of the darkness. In reality his
family had been very aVerSe TO the
marriage when he first preached the
subject; a good deal of strong talk had
been INDUCED in on both sides, and it
was only when they saw that his mind
was absolutely made up on the matter
that the Wyeth family decided to make
the best Of it, and to take the more
dignified course. His mother had per-
haps taken the longest to give in.
AS he remembered his mothers ques-
tions. he turned to his fiancee and
asked her if her own mother were
alive
There was moments hesitation be-
fore she spoke.
NO" she said softly My mother
died when 1 was a little girl"
Lord Wyeth drove back to his cham
hers, a trifle discounted.
There he found letter from his