Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-16

stage FOLK with VlVaclOuS anu neeu
less wit. She asked Of Rome, Iowa
So Harlan was in politics? What wa!
he running for? She just couldn
remember when she told the comedi
an whom she had the date" with to-
night. She had said her friend wa.
running for the penitentiary! Ant
mon dieu, the comedian interpolatet
this In his lines and broke her all uI
with laughing. And the house didn''
know, of course-but 1t laughed with
her!
Harlan listened. A Van Hart
! ! chuckled by q comedy man-ant
chuckled into his lines was exasper.
ating-as exasperating as trying tc
be stern with Aurelie! She was bub.
bling with laughter. District at.
torney! OF course! Something Ions
and important! I didn't mean the
penitentiary!" g.
And she almost had the two men
laughing with her-almost Only the
desperate hurt was there. And not
for worlds would they have mentioned
Joe Benham. Wiley looked triumph
antly across the table at Harlan
Right? OF course he was right.
But why did you come, Mr.. Cur
ran? Just to see me?"
ITO give you this, Aurelie." He
drew out the rosary, and her cry OF
Joy, the quick rush Of tears to her
eyes was reward. She had the lost
trinket to her lips, to the amazement
Of all the after-theatre feeders. '
"The boys found 1t behind the
|clapboards in your little white room!'
"Oh, my little white room!"
"It's just as you left it. They keep
1t waiting for you, Aurelie.
And then she cried indeed amid the
cafe feeders. Wiley looked away.
"a child-just child, yet, Harlan. "
he muttered, and the other nodded.
They all love you. Even John.
Your help and gifts and letters-why,
even sour old John couldn't get
around 1t ALT" ".A '.
IT loved him, too-only he was too
religious for mel"
Mr.. Curran pointed at the rosary.
/ $50 you are, Aurelie. Or thinking of
Uncle Mich and Peter and the baby
wouldn't make you cry-among this
sort Of people! And this queer little
chain Of yours. 1t must have been
your mother's-and I know where II
came from" ....s f. rs-
Her eyes widened. my mothers?
Yes-yes-but where?" ~. .r..@a
New Orleans. A crazy silversmith
on Chartres street who thought he
was a genius. So he marked all his
rosaries and never made much else. "
why, had 1t when done come
up-river. When Captain Tinkletoes
stole me! Uncle Michigan says he
thought was a boy when they stole
mel" .... ... .,. 4 .n.....
"I know Mich's old yarn. But this
rosary-I hate to show you-but the
cross is gone"
She looked quickly at him. He 80
understood what 1t would mean to
her. And Harlan, watching the two,
saw what a common piece Of senti-
ment they were, the same vagrants of
soul.
IT wouldn't say anything about It,"
murmured 'Aurelie, "only 1t was my
mothers. And it's dreadful not to
have a mother-only Ada Norman and
q hairdresser!"
She left an arch sad smile with Mr..
Curran. Sometimes, I'd rather not
be a homeless stray. But I suppose
people must go on rafting In
their harness and never do the things
they love- Sometimes, I get the old
longing to run off down-river with
Uncle Mich. And take you, Mr.. Cur
ran!"
Then she broke his enchantment
with her laughter. Harlan looks as
IL he thought we-all were perfectly
crazy! Well. I suppose one can't.
Some chap is going to write a new
piece-just for me. A real star part.
I think they call 1t The Girl With the
Pink Eyebrow" Harlan's face set
hard. That was it. The Girl With
the Pink Eyebrow, or the Girl and the
Duke, The Girly Girl, Half a Girl,
More than a Girl, or some other OF
the pandroing to this modern age,
which no longer able to exult in the
rapine of cities, takes its lusts to or
chestra chairs. Which makes for a
good run" as we'll as art.
$50 I reckon I'll keep on working"
Aurelie was saying. Some day Ill
buy a farm for Papa John and lots
of things. They've offered me a con-
tract for next season that scares me
when I think of the old hungry days
those days when 1 was just Old
Michigan's girl, with no name or any
thing"
They had read Of Aurelie's salary
It was more in a week than Mr.. Cur
ran and his caterwauling Rome News
made in three months. Back home
people straightly refused to believe
anything of the sort.
The after-theatre feeders were
leaving, swishing and waddling away
with sidelong glances at this colorful
black-eyed girl who sat between the
imperturbable young man and the
elder eager one. Harlan had beck
oned for the waiter and ordered a
cab.
Its one O'clock" he said, land
you ought to be at your hotel, Au-
relie."
She shrugged as If about to rebel
then was silent. Some old habit OF
obedience to him held her. Wiley
| guessed 1t. He would have sat al
night watching this miraculous Au-
relic. He resented Harlan's tone
When she had risen and was busy
with her wraps, each man leveled
challenge at the other. Then to Har'
lan's lips a resolute smile came. -
told ,,o,, sha would comeD he muir