The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-11-15

not of the real love | wanted and ex-
pected and knew in my heart that
| should have. Once they called her back
| and once she repeated the last verse
| and that was all. A few minutes later
the audience was laughing aloud and APP
I'plauding what | thought was a very
silly song, and had been forgotten en-
| trey
When the performance was all over
and the audience had left and the lights
| IN the theatre had been put out some
men dragged out an upright piano on the
| cleared stage and the Musical Director
placed a fine new copy OF me on the
rack. 1t seems it was one of several
copies which Mr.. Van Iscnberg had
! brought that afternoon from New York.
Each was bound in "A dark green cover,
with my name on the outside in big gold
| letters and AZ the top there was n
| picture of jolly Mr.. Al Meyer, and at
the bottom another of father and ono
Of the lady who lived at Cos cob.
While the Musical Director was .ook-
ing at my cover father and Mr.. Al
Never came on the stage and leaned
their elbows on the top of the piano.
! They h n certainly looked very GUM,
and | was perfectly sure that it was
all about me, for | had heard every ono
say that the performance was, on TIE
| who.c, quite successful
For some time they stood glazing out
at the empty theatre, while the Musical
| II rector played chords and little
| suatChes from the opera very softly.
THE trouble with that woman is" said
| Mr.. Al Meyer. that she don't know
what the song is about. and. what's
more, she never can hc taught. That
song is the simple story Of "A woman
who loved a man. bu, that was ali that
woman did love the man was her III
and her devil and her deep blue sea.
Now this girl who tried 10 sing L. to-
night is Broadway suubrcttc, who
regulates her affections for men 10y tho
horsepower of their automobiles. Here
she comes now"
The Lady from Longacro." looking
very proud in her long fur coat and her
arms full On scarlet roses, started to
walk across the stage, but Mr.. Al Meyer
called to her and she came over to the
piano.
THAT songs no good" she said
knowing perfectly we'll what they
were thinking about. "Thcy don't want
that kind Of ballad any more"
Not when you sing it," says Mr.. Al
Meyer. and liked him for that. "I've
got another little song for you that you
can understand and sing better, guess.
It's called THE High Signs on Broad
way I'll send it around tomorrow
morning to the hotel. Good night
The Lady from Longacre" never said
a word, but just sort of shifted at father
and Mr.. Al Meyer. and went on her way
10 the stage door. If father had looked
badly before. he was quite white now
and he took off his hat and ran his
! fingers through his thick hair.
what are we to do now" he said
II thought it had a great chance"
Nonsense" said Mr.. Al Meyer, with
! his hrows contracted and looking out at
| the rows of empty seats And then
| from the little balcony that ran around
| the brick walls of the stage We heard a
/ girls deep voice. and Alleen Mooney
slammed her dressing room door with n
! bang and came swinging along the
| balcony and down the spiral iron stair
case that led to the stage, just as happy
as If she had been the one real success
Of the whole evening.
rive got it," said Mr.. Al Meyer, and
he pounded his fist into the open palm
Of his other hand. "Ive got 1.-THE
Savage"
THE Lady of Longacrr" opened in
New York the next Monday night, and
/ although | have known many great
nights since then, Of course there can
only he "thc" one great night for "A song
hit on Broadway. Ever since it was de-
, cidcd that Aiccn Mooney was to sing
| me- she had always carried me about
| with her in my nice green cover, and so
it was quite natural for her To bring me
from her boarding house ON the great
night and lay me on her dressing table
and for me to stay there while she and
two other girls made ready for the per-
| Torrance.
| had been Switched" as they called
! il, to the first act, but even then ii was
an awful wait | was alone for long
time and when the hands of the little
nickel clock pointed to just Q o'clock
The Savage came in and carefully shut
the door | noticed that she wasn't sing
ing AS usual, and even through hcr
rouge and powder | could see how pal,
she was.
She looked at her pretty face in the
glass and then she glanced down at me
lying there in my new green cover
with one long white finger she bcgar
to slowly trace out my name in the bis
gold letters and as she did so she SaiC
to me half aloud: Honey. you're go
ing 10 break or you're going to max,
me, and don't want you to forget tha
while il don't make much difference I,
me, because I'm young and I've got mS