The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-04

4 everythings grand. Wiley looked
shining-eyed around That's the mos
OF it--just grand.
Wiley" said Aunt Abby severely
II did hope she'd not get her heaC
turned"
Not a bit. She says: Uncle Mich
! the first night was scared, and wher
| | walked out there and tried 10 SEE
over the lights | just wilted-inside
Mr.. Crate stood in the wings with the
book. and Hen McFetridge kept wav
ing 10 me not TO cross so far, anC
Mr.. Feldman kept whispering some
thing from the other side. 80 | guess
| must have looked scared. / tried
to speak and couldn't say a word
and | looked hopelessly off, and Their,
was Mr.. Hanbury having a regulal
| NJ because | was going TO spoil hi!
play. He kept shouting TO himself
and dancing around Dried knew
IT." Then that made me mad, anC
| glared at him, and then | hearC
| what Morris Feldman was trying L
whisper, and | said, Father, an
here" And just right, too. Sol Graf;
says-just like the naughty young
beauty was supposed to be. who:
under suspicion OF being a thief Be
cause | was mad at Mr.. Hanbury anC
his old play. And every time | los
my lines they all helped me-every
one, and you ought to have seen wha
the papers said" cried Mr.. Curran-
Il wish I'd seen that paper"
Go on" said Uncle Michigan
| "When's she coming home?"
Don't say" answered Wiley. Say,
the hotels are pretty bad, and the
theaters are cold and dirty, but it.
just a glory! oh, lord-Aurelie,
Likes it," queried Aunt Abby
from her doughnuts
says shes got a mission To up
.lft the stage! oh, lord-Aurelie.
But when's she comm home?'
Quayered Uncle Michigan.
And looking in Michigan's eye. Mr.
Curran saw tear.
She doesn't say, Uncle Mich. She
Just says she's sending number OF
things for you-all' out at the Pocket
with the first money she ever earn
ed! Christmas present for you and
knute and Peter and the baby. and
Albert and Mrs. Lindstrom-and fol-
John"
AND John, he prayed SO mighty
hard he chased her OFF the place,
RECKON she's the same old girl. Mr.
Curran?"
sure, | think so, Uncle Michigan.
Don't reckon this yere stage bust
ness'll ever change her a mite Mr..
Curran?"
Hope not, Uncle Michigan. Darn
the smoke-its getting in our eyes.
am II! Mr.. Curran coughed and
spluttered; he didn't want to see the
tears on Michigan's whiskers. The
ola man thrumped the wooden leg on
the box and against the stove pre-.
pairing to get out of the house. Uncle
Michigan" said Mr.. Curran. STAY 70
supper and we'll talk about Aurelie
Zee whiz, hope that little girl makes
good"
You want me to stay to supper?'
Uncle Michigan turned to Aunt Abby
You're church folks. and | done
Deen an ole whisky peddler Johnny
Reb."
You done been an old fool. Uncle
Michigan. You sit right here TIL
suppers ready"
Right here till supper's ready
ADDED Mr.. Curran. Here's some more
of this letter.
But not any word about comm
home."
Shell get home. She saws I'D in
Waterloo the comedian got drunk and
nearly busted up the show. And that
night they had to cut out her big sit.
uation."
What" gasped Aunt Abby, cut
out her-what?"
Il swear"
Well, it can't be serious or theyd
telegraphed
Il guess so. She says Mr.. Hamburg
changes his play SO much they inst
can't keep up with 1t In rehearsal bnt
tnat Sol Gratz thinks pretty soon
they'll get it all over"
Get over whatever the operat,on
suppose, Wiley?"
Shes picking up this stage slang
SO fast she must be getting on.
swear, it's fine letter"
Aunt Abby was peeking at it over
MS shoulder. What's that She
asks If any one ever hears from Har.
Ian Van Hart?".
Wiley sighed. Yes. She-sort OF
Knew Harlan He folded I'M the LET.
ter and handed ii to Uncle Michigan
VINO stared at 1t as If 1t was a level
reckon mumbled Uncle Michi.
gan. you done better keen this in
your safe at the office, Mr.. Curran /"
That safe rusted shut in go. Uncle
Mich-the time the creek flooded the
News ofiice-and It's never been omen.
ed since"
Well, you better keep this letter
III the CLOCK, Mr.. Curran-or some
where. ! wouldn't lose II for the best
leg | got" He handed Il back TO
MT Curran, and the editor locked il
ia the CLOCK case. When / git lone.
some. I'll come up here and wen read
II all over again. Kind o. Lonesome
at the ole place. John, he's sourin'
on the world. Keeps the bows cuttin'
brush. And the baby's ailin'. And
the woman's frettin'. Seems like the
sun don't shine so bright since Au.
relic went away"
Don't you worry. Uncle Mich. She'll
come back rich and famous. and
everybodyll be happy, and she'll give
show In the tin opera house" =
Uncle Michigan's eyes shone again.
Just as Ole Captain Tinkletoes pro.
phesied down In Louisany, She'll
done grow up to occupy the land"
Mr. Curran's eyes shone. too He
had been told Aurelle's fantastic
story. oh, these many times! He had
x..l.