The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-02

me what TO do
About going on the STAGE"
Yes"
Wiley rubbed his head What he
knew of the stage was not much. Il
suppose you must do something. And
the McFetridge boys-well, honestly,
think they're straight, down in their
hearts. They're pretty near impos-
sible and rough, maybe-but some
. way, | don't think bad OF EN- Mr.
Curran never thought bad of any one.
even Old Thad. lie was always apol.
ogizing for Old Thad TO Arne Vances
denunciations. And | can't blame
you, Aurelie he looked off above
the silent park-'the towns no place
for you-perhaps for no one who's
young and eager to live He sighed
- know how ii is | had my
. fling He took her hands and drew
them across the desk: I'm going
10 take great responsibility. I'm
going to tell you-go''
Yes. I'm glad / like you, Mr..
Curran. You make me feel that you
had trouble. too-and weren't afraid.
and were misunderstood. And SO I'm
going"
That's right And be a good little
girl. Aurelie. and don't let EN- spoil
you"
And some day I'll come back and
play In the tin opera house
And they laughed. They went out
through the dingy old shop and up
the path In the moonlight. he holding
her hand, both laughing. She seemed
SO like himself--he could understand
all that she could not say.
Aunt Abby listened, and then set
them out Banbury tarts and milk
Dearie-dearie-Im glad you've
come back again-and TO us in your
trouble And II you want TO go 10
be an actress and marry millionalres,
so there-go do It, and don't mine
what this town says"
Aunt Abby was a vigorous. broad
faced old Philistine and a great cook
Wiley had found her on his wander
inss, sitting on the tongue OF her
prairie schooner, watching dead
mule that she had depended on 20
take her out of the Dakotas when the
chinch-bugs ate the wheat, and she
had abandoned her claim She had
kept house for him ever since, fat, de-
Gently sixty, and filled with huge
chuckles, And her laughter came
back TO Aurelie's eyes that night
though she did lie awake wondering
about Uncle Michigan--a good thing
about wooden legs was that one
couldn't get rheumatism in them.
Wiley grumbled Aunt Abby when
Aurelie was In bed-"that girl is SUI
fering she's terribly in love with
somebody"
Yes, he answered mournfuly,
pulling off his shoes in the doorway,
I'm afraid SO. But she'll get over it
we all do | have, myself-a dozen
times"
Get out-you never got over one
OF EN-. The accumulation OF EN- is
what's the matter with you" But
when he was in bed. the old lady came
in and patted his cheek: You ought
10 get married-even If have to leave
you"
Il wouldn't-not II you had TO leave
me he answered, oh, not bit,
aunty."
The next day he took Aurelie over
to Earlville Bravely he faced the
stares along Highst. AS the bob-car
logged to the Junction, where 1t con
nected with the interurban, the Van
Hart surrey drove past them Mrs.
lie sat back against Wiley's arm and
then, conscious that he noticed it. she
sat forward very straight and stared
full at Harlan's' mother. The surrey
drove on, the lady composed and with
kindly elegance, apparently not seeing
them Aurelie sighed and said moth
ing, but Wiley guessed her tumult. |
She was very silent when they were In !
the tiny office back OF the place where !
tickets were sold at the Majestic, the
ornately impressive vaudeville house |
in Earlville, across from the equally |
ornate Elks' club. And IL you want to |
see what architects can do In yellow |
sandstone, see the Earlville Elks' club. |
In Morris Feldman's office. young /
Mr.. Hamburg, Of the Dubuque Register |
one-time sporting critic, explained his |
NAV modestly: II don't claim this !
piece of mine is any world-beater; it'll |
never see the great white lights, and |
Frohman will never get the wires hot |
trying to book us, but that's all right. !
We're after the kush amt we, Nor
ris?"
THE WHAT" gasped Miss Lind.
strom.
1.-THE CON-" corrected Morris Field
man, "the money, Miss Lindstrom
.T Amt saying Belasco'll go nuts !
when he sees our production" went |
on the playwright but we're going
to clean up the onenight stands while !
the public is ripe on you. Amt
right. Norris"
The gazelle-eyed young Hebrew held |
q bunch OF blue tickets In his teeth !
while he slipped a rubber band about |
them and then deposited them In tin |
box: Believe me-" he murmured
And II we ever put over that third !
act situation with you climbing over |
the mill-dam Miss Lindstrom, you're !
made"
Believe me-" added Morris, land |
here come our angels
Now, Hen and Ben McFetridge, COM
ing in from a Main.st. billiard hall,
each with a bad cigar and red neck |
tie, were not exactly of the celestial
choir. They crowded into the box Of |
fee and felicitated, and offered chairs
and rubbed hands.
81 was telling Morris. here-and |
Miss Lindstrom. the shows bird.
went on the author genially. Miss !
Lindstrom, | want you to read the |
script right away before we get the
people together for rehearsals."