The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-04-16

"Act?" continued Mr.. curran. more
Not much. She doesn't have to.
Nobody does. But this girls got the
nerve and personality, and the dear oIu
public always falls for that. She just
reaches nj over the lights n grabs
'em with her smile"
what battered Mr.. curran. lis
her nameH"
.Ain't you heard7 Aurelie Lindstrom.
She came out OF your corn belt ONE
where. First season I'm the big bust
ness. Conan q Snitz took her out Of
"a Broadway bunch green as gT.1ss. and
the FIRST night here she saved b show
by making faces. The leading woman
blew up and quilt right there"
Lets goe" cried Mr.. Curran. ~
Cant. I'm ON the city hail. today.
But take Il I'm. she'll do to a 8 an
hour with" g.,~.r
Mr.. Curran hurried away. He walked
-Four blocks and gaxed into another
store front. piled with If 4 Were the
Only Girl" ETC., featured by Aurelfe
Lindstrom I'm The Girl and the Burg
lar" and then another and anotherl
And finalfy ne went to the lake front
and gazed on the massive pile wherein
she lived. He had lost his nerve; he
was afraid to so In. He forgot all about
congress and affairs Of state. He went
to see q wholesale paper house on bust
ness. ana took In b art museum. re-
solved that ne would call on Aurele
ak 5. Then he reasoned that was too
close 70 dinner and he'd probably both
er her and six or seven m~illionaires
who'd be hanging around In the por-
there's: so he dined alone at the Annex
and dfank q pint of champagne as RI
otously al q country editor can drink
champagne. After dinner II was too
late TO see her. so he concluded It would
H. LA- A. 1w-knh, 49,. 10 awAkNAnI WNnLn
UP his mind unprejudiced by personal
contact. by great luck he got q ticket
Arom q Bpeculator. for b house was
Sold ont. His ticket was for the last
row. downstairs. but he didn't care; 1t
was enough to be under the same roof
with Aurefie; the orchestra squawktng
and the program boys hustlfng over
his feet: and All about him the dinner
filled and waddly Importance with
which people go to shows. Whey had
been long enough away from cities to
take a pleaBure In watching the mob
crowd I'm, and hearing the rustic Of
their gowns and hats and smelling their
drew away from their lust9pf feed ana
spectacle. their exploiting banaIity. yet
be knew Ehis Tepugnance had no place
IN . politician and he was trying to be
o politician.
Then th6 orchestra played that CHR
lrupy, inK-xinE music, with which all
musical e~pxredieg begin. ana the cur-
novelty which all good shows must
have--the dilemma OF the rich young
man. This time he was In disguise
abroad. where he had followed tho
daughter OF the Wall street operator.
Then the German innkeeper, the Eng
lish lord. the American aunt. the chauf-
feur. the waiter. the girls in the
Il RnHn HhA a1hlao~an1 fhn firlkar orI oil
those novel things for which the Amer
lean people pay 81. and at which they
laugh deIightedly. There wasn't n
burglar. but he was necessary.
Mr.. Curran waited feverishly. That
kid, something surely would go wrong
and spoil his delight
| But-she came.
Mr.. Curran forgot TO breathe. She
was beautiful. and yet not so as he
had seen her in the woods. But It
wasn't that-out Of her Astounding and
fun loving health came alternately a
droll abandon and then occurrences;
| she was apart from all the professional
people about her because of the de-
light with which she romped through
her part. She hadn't a ghost of a stage
Iyoice, ora stage look, or q stage walk:
kthe people were beginning to laugh
when The came on, ana she was laugh
kgng with them; and out OF the silly
IuAhlOBo0 VI Alo EIIAA I0G1B HIdu, wiz
delighted everybody by stealing the
chauffeur's coat, she drew more 81
I mirth for Conan g. Snitz-
she can't act!" gasped Mr.. Curran,
Mortified. TITS Just only Aurelie!"
That wa, 1t. Just Aurelie enjoying
herself immensely, laughing in a Won
drons creation Of a gown that wtlted
! she began TO sing. stin ina great good
l humor, that heart throb Of the Am
| erican people: IF I We're the Only
tGhl in the World, DON'T You Think
| You Could Love Me?"' and the boys In
| Che gallery raised a tremendous racket.
| She had to sing II four times and each
time MI. Curran rockedTapd moaned.
"She can't sing! Oh, Aure1ie!"
| But presently, with the uproarious
pleasure Of all These people, a great
rapture came to Wiley Curran's heart.
She was just Aurelie, yet magically
she won her way, all health and grace
and honest gaiety. That was all she
had to give.
He went out after the act and had a
drink, the tears In his eyes. THE kid
the dear kid!" he murmured, and had
another drink.
When he got back the stage was a
great splash of color, girls, hats, gowns,
arms, legs. imitation champagne. o n
v~ersation about sugar stock and motor
cars; but Mr.. Curran waited1mpatiently
Lfor the Coincidence. He couldn't get to
his seat and stood by the raj. But
when she came, this time IN a dinner
gown and opera cloak nj sang My
Rosebud GirT'-really, this time, with
a native lyric gweetness--Wiley sighed
with more content, which may, after
all, have been the two drinks. II was
an amazing splendor and success, and
he looked about in complacence that
he knew her and the others did not.
And one OF those glances went to the
figure Of a man standing lear, which
he watched ~curiously for II was IA
miliar. Then he saw 1t was Harlan
Van Hart. Harlan, in the gloom Of the
foyer, watching imperturbably. Be
fore Wiley could move. the young
mans gaze shifted. He came directly.
and without surprise. to the other man.
'"Wiley?"
You here?"
You saw the Journal tonight?"
mo" He shrugged toward the
stage. "Of herr"
Harlan motioned systematically.
Come with me / want to show you.
Although. 1 don't know why I should"
CuTran followed to the cafe. They
took O table. Harlan waved the waiter
aside. IT'S this He drew h paper
from his pocket. why I came here