The Washington herald., 1913-08-17

lows of his life. Now, with the prod.
igals years done, should come a man:
real work.
He reached across the desk for JAN
cts hands. Girl I'll do it. Yen car
tell them so. III make the fghi!'
She threw back her strong shoulders
laughing. the tears in her eyes. That I
all want to know! Just to hear you
speak that way, Wiley! I'm going to
telegraph Delroy, and Schemmerhorn
of the State central committee, and call
up Mr.. Purcell-and father!'
He was amazed as she arose with
that imperious incision of hers and
went out. Janet had always left him
gathering his wits-perhaps that was
one reason why-weil, he never could
analyze his admiration for Janet.
He was at his job press that after
noon when Hen and Ben McFetridge
drove up in a begilded motor. With
them was a fresh-faced young Hebrew
who was introduced as Morris Field
man of the Majestic Theater
"And-continued Hen-"we got the
little girl, all rightI"
Got herr" Wiley looked up.
your prize winner. Old man up
in the woods with his dogs, chopping
brush, and the old lady was off some
where, and we talked with the girl
Told her we were going to put her
out with show and she most dropped
dead"
Il should thin, she would~ gasped
Wiley.
Shell get used to our ways" con-
tinued Hen-"heavy on the job-eh,
Benz"
Right there-eh, Hem said Ben
Morris, here. has been trying to sec
Miss Lindstrom for a week. but he was
afraid of the dogs. But the minute he
handed her line of conversation we
had her. He's got man in Dubuque
so crazy about business that he wrote
a play about it Morris says all the
people up the valley are crazy about il
and it shows what a dead one this
town is. We can play up and down
the State and get on the Meyer &
Sammet circuit later say, think
of the paper We can get out-three-
sheet stuff and the window stuff: Miss
Aurelie Lindstrom, the $4,000 Prize
Beauty Winner Some class. eh, Hen.
Got the Frisco Morning-glory Bunch
skinned a mile" said Hen.
You're crazyr retorted Wiley.
"Crazy. maybe" said Ben-'but We
got her name on a contract"
But she can't actr
man. Nobody has to know how to
act-it's all in the line of dope you
put over. Hand out some bunk that
the public is crazy about and they'll
eat it. And this girls got it-bieges,
paper in the West has been spreading
on her for two weeks now. It's pip
pin. wanted to bite myself when she
signed up. Steinman & Franks were
after her, too-they were going to have
going to have a man down here from
Chicago today
Those big vaudeville people,
guess. il she's going in the business al
all she ought to have gone with them
Leave it to u.s. retorted Hen. Nor
ris read this here play to us last night
-four acts, and in the third they blow
up the mill
Mr.. Curran sat down on the plat,
form: Hen, are you> in earnest
Going TO clean up the State. Nor
ris got an option on lot of scenery
that was made for the "Nlillie the
Moder' company. and it blew up. and
the stuff's in Dubuqus stored. And wait
til you see our paper. Morris, here
telegraphed for his booking agent &c
pick up some people. All to the candy
-eh, Benz"
Right there" said Ben. And il this
"Millie the Moder' scenery doesn't III
Hanbury's piece. he's willing to rewrite
the play to fit the scenery"
Wiley sighed: Hen, you and Ber
are wonders!'
NO, we're out for the coin this trip
And to give that little girl a chance
Honest" continued Hen thoughtfully
shes got me going. And besides Ben
and me got fifty thousand dollars OF
Tulare oil stock to unload and we
thought maybe if We spread on this
show, it'll advertise us"
Wiley looked his concern Now
IT'S all straight. Wiley" went on Hen.
and you can say so in your little old
sore-backed newspaper. Morris. here,
will give you a column of dope that
will make this old town weak in the
pins"
Still Wiley hesitated; he was SUPER
sensitive to a degree about anything
concerning money despite his unpaid
bills. "I-I-don't like it. boys. You
see this girl-Wellw he foundered-for
an instant Harlan's name was on his
lips .. then, after all, what did he
know of Harlan and Aurelie? He
went on doggedly: She's a good little
girl, Hen-after ALL"
Bet she is, retorted Hen-"and I'm
going to see she gets her chance"
The editor watched the machine roll
UP High Street. He went in and sat
at his old desk, and lighted his old
pipe. and stared at his old shop. He
wished that sometime he would grow
up,
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