The Washington times., 1913-10-28
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CHAPTER XII.-(Continued.) }

h~H HE'S disappeared. and he'
friends want me to look her
Up for them. OF course,
shouldn't bother with such "a
bscurc case, but she's turned out TO DE
n Iieiress-uncle she hadn't heard OF
Or years died out West, and left her
fortune. This is strictly confidential.
o material for press-agent stuff, you
nderstand." he added, seriously, secare
, the conviction that if the manager
ave credence to his story he would read
in the paper the next morning.
The lawyers are instituting quiet
oarch for her all over the country to
and over the estate, but SO far they
s.ven't located her"
You don't say" calculated the sur
Tised Mr.. Schumann, passing the cigar
OK again. Hope You find her. Mr..
,orke When you do you might tell
Ter I.ain't got any hard feelin's about
er leavin' me in the lurch last season,
md Il she wants to come back and help
rance a production. amt got any OBJ
sction to riskin' haE and sendin' her
ut at the head of her own company
tg type in three sheets and name in
Iectrics over the door. Shed make il
go, too-but / guess there's no chance
{ her takin' me up on it," he added
aournfulIy. There was something
aighty queer about that girl, Mr..
.orke.'
Queer about her, How?" demanded
gorke, instantly alert.
''Well. did you ever hear of a chorus
arI who wouldn't jump at the chance
Z hundred-dollar raise, and bein'
GylN .-..l frn~F
. principal part?
She didn't. 1t was all i could do to
aake her try it. When she'd made
!er hit and the reporters began COM
a around, she wouldn't give EN- an
uterview on her life. Turned out to
. heap more notice, just from the nov-
liy OF ii, but / nearly went off my
mt al the timei
And as for photographs. she wouldn't
at for one, no matter what ] offered
ler. The only picture We got of her is
ct, before i took her out of the
horus.''
Yorke rose and inspected the picture
shch hung on the wall above the desk.
: presented a laughing semi-circle of
irIs, with 4 grotesquely Costumed fig
IRE of the comedian in the center. The
fleet of the makeup on the faces of
he girls was distorting in the sepia
rint. Their mouths were mere gashes.
nd their eyes smudges of black. But
ne or two stood out in the natural
race of their pose and sprightly alert
ir.
Which is she?' asked Yorke.
Girl on thes extreme right-that one
gaming on the long-handled parasoL
looks the goods all right. doesn't she?"
She certainly does; Yorke agreed
lgure. and dimpltng, piquant face under
he heavily plumed hat.
And so you couldn't find out whore
he went" he remarked, turning at last
rom the picture. Maybe some one else
the company knew. though. Was
he particularly friendly with any OF
They all liked her, but she wasn't
mummy with any of them, I don't
hink. There was one girl, though. Con-
he Allaire. who dressed in the same
hing about her. They seemed TO be
netIy good friends while she WAS with
he show. Want to speak to Connie? ?''
Yes. Where can ! find her?'
why. she's here now,sin this show.
jie Girl IN the Garrison If you'll
an see her. The first act is about
wer, and she doesn't go on in the Sec
md until the march of the vivandieres,
@ she'll have time to talk TO you.
Without waste of time Yorke allowed
himself to be piloted around behind the
Genes and up a flight of steep iron
tairs to a stuffy little dressing room;
,ne OF a long row partitioned on from
= narrow hail.
<Ir. Schumann knocked at the door.
Miss Allaire," he called, Il want 10
peak to you a minute
There was z scramble within, and the
ioor opened, revealing pretty. painted
ace topped by mass of flaming red
urls. The girl looked pale even
briugh her maKe-up.
oh! what is il, MIR. SchGmann?" she
ried in trepidation.
The manager executed a movement
with his coUntenance which was intend
u to be a reasonable smile, and waved
rs Dudgy hand airilg.
oh: nothing particular. Miss AIlaire.
'Fis gentleman is i friend of Miss
Surchard's. and wanted to meet you"
oh: come in she smiled, setting Ihe
.oor wide. and sweeping armfuls of
lothiug of the two chairs I've got
p"nty-five minutes before | 20 on
Sain. How is Marie? Gee, I'd like TO
&c her again