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

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the town, politics and business, law
and newspapering. Wiley fidgeted
Harlan was imperturbably serene
The cafe filled with a crush Of after.
theatre feeders, the hum and motor
became ivelier as midnight drew on
And then, when they were still tryine
to entertain each other with common.
place and constrained confidence
none Of that old joy Of intercourse
between them, there was stir be.
hind their table and Aurelie was
there.
They were both on their feet. Hel
amazement was delightful. She had
la hand to each of them, crying out
distraction; she was. provoked al
them; why hadn't they come like
gentlemen to await her at the stage
door instead of sending for her? She
was puzzled-but she had come!
Already the cafe people were look
ing at them. Aurelie was colorful
aglow with small poses and careless
graces; she smiled ingenously on
them with phrases Of her barbarous
French which, she had not been slow
to learn, added to her distinction.
"I'm alone. I declined everybody
for you'll" And for their lives neither
man knew at which she was looking
lit must be both.
"You had an engagement, Aurelie?"
Wiley asked her.
"Oh, just a little one-not enough
to matter, like the Paris lady's baby!
I'll make them all wait-for you.
You know these choppy chaps I've got
acquainted with don't bother me
much" .... ..s ......s .......
Wiley looked at Harlan. Plainly
Joe Benham's millions and motors
hadn't dazzled Aurelie.
Its fine to see you ALL" She per-
sisted in "you-alls," and II reckons." !"
and "aint's," when she felt like them.
"Just fine. 1 did feel hurt because
none Of my old friends ever looked
line up in Chicago. And me q real
lady now! Mr.. Levy says they're 60
ing to reorganize the New York pro-
duction and give me. a chance on
lBroadway-little old New York where
Ada Norman and I nearly starved to
tdeath"-she picked an olive from the
dish: "Oh, tell me how is Uncle
Michigan and the baby?"
Harlan didn't know. "Fine!" re-
torted Wiley. "And Knute says there
were never so many rabbits up on
Eagle Point. He's waiting for you to
come back, and he's training old Mel
lies pups to trail 'em." ...
She was filled with laughter. She
had a pup that could beat Nellie's!
Yes, sir! "And how is your old shop,
Mr.. Curran, and Aunt Abby and her
Banbury tarts; and which drunk
printers have you got now-Jim Minis
or the Dutch one?" She played her
part before her school-day lover; not
for worlds would she have noticed his
silent stubbornness. do you-all really
want me to come back and play In
the tin opera house? How big and
grand it used to seem! never went
except way up in the gallery, with
Knute, and used to see you boys
Mr.. Curran in a front seat, for he
didn't have to pay anything; and Har-
Ian always there with some Of the
high school girls"
| She sighed demurely. THAT was
before I went to SCHOOL,"
"Aurelie," put in Harlan gravely,
| you've not changed bit"
| I'm not going to change. I'm not
gone greatly on these cities. When
all these managers and stage direc-
tors get on their high horse with me
I say: "Oh, you go to the devil
lyou don't impress me a bit!" And
then they threaten to discharge me or
something, and 1 say: Go ahead
can go back to Rome, Iowa, and play
lin the tin opera house! Hen Nc
Fetridge is going to buy it for mel ,"
"You ever hear from Hen Nc
Fetridge?"
1.-The twins wrote me from San
Francisco. They've made money
again, out Of mineral water this time. "
Harlan frowned. Hen and Ben had
not improved Aurelie's good name in
Rome, Iowa, by going bankrupt
backing her maiden stage tour. She
rambled on: "Now tell me, who
made this up to come in and sur
prise me?"
They looked at each other. 1--WE
met here tonight" said Harlan, "in
the theatre"
"Indeed?" She read them shrewd
instant And do you like the piece
1 don't. It's silly, Mr.. Curran.
don't think so much of the stage as
III did. It's all graft, and unless a
girl is very lucky she won't get on
UNDERSTANDABLE paused-"unless she
mas the TlBnl lTleuuS. pul PSopie
have been mighty good to me-"
II suspect, Aurelie," murmured
Curran, you are mighty good to
them"
She gave Mr.. Curran a sourful enig-
matte glance. That's why / like
you, Mr.. Curran! Just saying things
like that!' She sighed: Harlan
wouldn't" She looked at him with
llong reproach.
Harlan could not smile. He was be-
wilderedly trying to imagine where
Aurelie had acquired all these man.
ners and yet not overlaid her natural
ness She dressed beautifully, yet
with taste, even with all her old vaga-
bond love for colors. She made them
live with health. Cohan Snit2