The Washington herald., 1913-09-14

Wnile i STUN tnls STUN III.
Mr.. Feldman did so. Where you
made your mistake, Miss Lindstrom,
was hooking up with these two big
blobs from Tulare, California And
that newspaperman's how, believe me,
was one big mistake. 1t took the edge
off this here beauty bunk. II I'd been
handling you, Miss Lindstrom, they'd
been naming cigarettes after you by
now"
You're awful good, Mr.. Feldman.
And I'll be mighty glad to get that
letter. Me and Miss Norman-I mean
Miss Norman and will be pleased
She was rolling up five pairs of stock
ings and stufing them into the crown
of hat. You see, Mr.. Feldman, Pm
trying to improve my grammar, but
believe me, its some effort. I'd rather
hunt rabbits-or jobs. l guess my
grammar'd hit EN- pretty hard in New
York"
My letter'1l put you right There
amt many people wise to this here
theatrical business, Miss Lindstrom.
In New York there's Cohan & Snitz
and Gus Friedlander, and in Chicago
there's Max Leyitan, and then here's me
that runs this picture house for Hirsch
& Meyerstein. But its too much for
most of 'em. Miss Lindstrom. There's
a great future for the American drama
and the American ctress, Miss Lind
strom. Get the money-Get the
way l heard Cohan put it up to Snitz
when | come out ahead on The Girl
and the Duke for EN- one time. Be-
lieve me, you can make good, Miss
Lindstrom."
Climb on that trunk with both
feet" commanded Miss Lindstrom;
and the protagonist of the American
drama did so. Now run along-I
want to change my skirt" pursued
Miss LindstrOm. And, oh-there's
Mr.. CurranI'
She dashed to him as Mr.. Feldman
ambled out. She seized Mr.. Curran's
hands. DO you know, somebody said
| shouldn't have kissed you the other
day."
Il know faltered Mr.. Curran.
Why not
"Weil-er-Tm running for Con
gress."
We'll, l WASH a-going to kiss Con
gressI But YOU know l think a heap
Of you. | never can repay all you did
for me, Mr.. Curran. Why, / remem-
Der that ! began 10 use better grammar
after that time ran off through the
woods and yCu comforted me. Why.
you made me cTy-and Just there |
made up my mind to be somebody
Do you remember, Mr.. Curran"
Poor old Wiley! He had not for
gotten a moOubeam on the trees! And
never would! That was his weakness.
Congress would not stick in his mind
over night, trv as he would.
We'll, Aurelie went on, shaking out
things and laying them in her suitcase,
when | come back with a bulldog
a great actreSs-l1l step out and tell
; all the peoplc-right in front of that
fuzzy old curtain at the tin operJ
house-that Mr.. Curran, of the News,
he did it,
Then AureIie." he mourned. 81
! couldn't be elected pound-master
They're terribly sfraids OF actresses
! over i'll Rome"
They never had any! But l don't
suppose they'll ever forget that l was
a shanty-boat girl and came up the
river with an old soldier who did the
whisky loup from Natchez to Du-
buque; and ran wild in the woods and
hadn't any mother TO speak of'-she
lerkcd things about in the case-"and
any name except one that an Indian
woman gave me, and what Papa Lind
Strom had. I'm just not anybody
She jerked the case again and grim
Gced. Now, l cut my finger"
Its what people do who get mad
and slam things"
If | had anybody, they'd kiss my
fingers when l cut EN-
Mr.. Curran took that finger. He
looked at it and kissed it gently. Then
he looked up to see the tears and
laughter i'll her eyes.
I'm glad you're FOOLISH" she cried,
and he whispered:
SO am !"
Il guess we're good deal like each
other"
I'm afrtid so! You're a problem,
Aurelie. No wonder Harlan couldn't
NAL ke anything out of you He's all
broken up poor chap!"
Why can't you be sorry for ME 4
little bit? sent Harlan away. Mr..
Curran! wasn't going to hurt his
career. I'm going to be somebody my
self. Be a new woman like Miss
Vance, and write pieces for the pa
pers; and not bother about a home
and some babies like I wantr'
sAurelie, ! can't understand you"
She sat on the trunk and sighed.
That's on top. Down in my heart
want to run away down river with
Uncle Mich and to the Cajun Country
where we went to the island balls and
| wore hyacinths in my hair-I do,
Mr.. Curran!'
Lord bless your cried Mr.. Cur
ran: YOU love Harlanr
No, l don't But I want to be
loved by somebody Just like | ANA
sort OF wandery person who'd be will
ing 10 go off on adventures. And not
have any people or careers. Just be
brave and foolish, like you"
Ms. Curran contemplated her quite
calmly. "Aurelie." he demanded. are
you going ever to marry Harlan?"
Never. never-neverl 1t was only
because / was lonely and a sentiment
talist-is that it? Ii was such a great
thing that summer. But nows Wby.
| have theater managers come and
help me roll stockings and stick EN-
in my trunk! Mr.. Feldman lust didr'
"Aurelie,' went on Mr.. Curran.
steadily and sternly. about Harlan
you're making a great mistake if you
throw him Off
She regarded him demurely through
half-closed limpid eyes.