Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-02
THE MIDLANDERS
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
Author of Che Doy Of Souls My Brothers Keeper. Etc
fcopyr,sht 1919 The Bobbs-Merril Company

fatherly, and altogether equal 10 III
matter, he inquired. And the burst o
JOY over the room telephone made hin
queerly giddy. See h N? Why, conn
right up! -.-.. .
Miss Lindstrom was packing and en-
tertaining Morris Feldman, Of the Ma
jestic Theater, who was sitting on he
trunk. impressive, prophetic and pre-
pared to assume the glory Of her burs
on the world.
'Tn give you letter, Miss Lind
strom, to Cohan SnitZ, who put Owe
all them big music shows in New York
Believe me"-Mr. Feldman laid ia
diamonded hand over his fat chest
you got to show Cohan & Snitz, Mis-
Lindstrom. This here Chicago beau
ty bunk, that don't go in New. York
Miss Lindstrom." .
"Ain't I just as good-looking as
used to be, Mr.. Feldman?"
Forty ways for Sunday, Miss Lind
strom. You look the part now, will
them clothes-and I'm glad you tool
my advice and put your salary II
clothes. It's all the business, Mis-:
Lindstrom. 1t don't go much will
Snitz, but Cohan he falls for that. Co.
han he knows the goods when he see:
'em. When it comes to girls he like!
the big rangy lockers that he can hans
lots of stuff on for his finales. bu
you'll do. If you are little. There's
something about you''-Morris rolled
his eyes amiably-"well, can put yor
right with Cohan, believe me, Miss
Lindstrom. There amt any one except
Max Levitan up in Chicago that car
put a girl into New York, like me
Miss Lindstrom."
That's good" commented Miss Lind
strom, but will you get off my trunk
and hold that lid back, too, while
stun this stuff in"
Mr.. Feldman did so. Where yor
made your mistake, Miss Lindstrom
was hooking up with these two big
blobs from Tulare, California. And
that newspaperman's show, believe me
was one mistake. If I'd been handling
you, Miss Lindstrom, they'd been NAM
ing cigarettes after you by now"
You're awful good, Mr.. Feldman
And I'll be mighty glad to get that let
ter. Ne and Miss Norman-I mean
Miss Norman and will be pleased
She was rolling up five pairs of stock
ings and stufing them into the crown
of a hat. You see, MIR. Feldman, I'm
trying to improve my grammar, but
believe me, it's some effort. I'd rather
hunt rabbits-or jobs. I guess my
grammar's hit 'em pretty hard in New
York"
MY letter'l put you right. There
amt many people wise to this here
theatrical business Miss Lindstrom. In
New York there's Cohan & Snitz and
Gus Friedlander, and in Chicago there's
Max Levitan, and then here's me that
runs this picture house for Hirsch &
Meyerstein. But it's too much for most
Of 'em, Miss Lindstrom. There's q
great future for the American drama
and the American actress, Miss Lind
strom. Get the money-Get the mon
ey-Get the money that's the way
heard Cohan put 1t up to Snitz when
1 come out ahead on The Girl and the
Duke for 'em one time. Believe me
you can make good. Miss Lindstrom."
Climb on that trunk with both feet,
commanded Miss Lindstrom; and the
protagonist of the American drama die
so. Now run along-I want to change
my skirt" pursued Miss Lindstrom
And, oh-there's Mr.. Curran!"
She dashed to him as Mr.. Feldmar
ambled out. She seized Mr.. Curran's
hands. do you know, somebody said
1 shouldn't have kissed you the Other
day?"
II know" faltered Mr.. Curran.
why not?"
"Well-er-Tm running for con-
gress."
well, / wasn't-a-going to kiss con-
gress! But you know l think heap
Of you. I never can repay all you die
for me, Mr.. Curran. Why. remember
that began to use better grammar al.
ter that time l ran off through the
woods and you comforted me. Why
you made me cry--and just there
made up my mind to be somebody! Dc
you, remember, Mr.. Curran?"
Poor old Wiley! He had not forgot
ten a moon beam on the trees! And
never would! That was his weakness
Congress would not stick in his mint
overnight, try as he would.
"Wall," Aurelie went on, shaking ou
things and laying them in her suit case
when / come back with bulldog
great aciress-Tll step out and tell al
the people-right in front of that fuz'
zy old curtain at the tin opera house
that Mr.. Curran of the News, he die
it,"
Then Aurelie," he mourned, :"
cOulun De eleCleu poulu-iidotSi
They're terribly afraid of actresse:
over in Rome"
"They never had any! But / dom
suppose they'll ever forget that 1 wa!
a shanty-boat girl and came up thu
river with an old soldier who did th'
whisky loup from Natchez to Dubuque
and ran wild in the woods and hadn'
any mother to speak of'-she jerket
things about in the case-"or an!
name except one that an Indian woman
gave me, and what Papa Lindstron
had. I'm just not anybody sh'
jerked the case again and grimaced
Now, 1 cut my finger!"
Its what people do who get maC
and slam things"
IF l had anybody, they'd kiss m!
fingers when cut 'em!"
Mr. Curran took that finger. HI
looked at 1t and kissed it gently. Thei
he looked up to see the tears ant
laughter in her eyes.
Pm glad you're foolish!" she cried
and he whispered:
so am T."