The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-03-19

newspaperman's show, believe me, was
one mistake. II took the edge Off this
here beauty bunk; II I'd been handling
naming cigarets after you now"
You're awful good. Mr.. Feldman.
And I'll be mighty glad to get that let
ter. Me and Miss Norman--I mean
Miss Norman and Twill be pleased"
She was rolling up 1--WE pairs OF stock
ings and stuffing them into the crown
Of q hat. you see, Mr.. Feldman, I'm
trying to improve my grammar, but
believe me, it's some effort I'd rather
hunt rabbits-or jobs. I guess my
grammar'd hit 'em pretty hard In New
York"
amt many people wise to this here
theatrical business, Miss Lindstrom.
In New York there's Conan 81 Snitz
and Gus Friedlander, and in Chicago
there's Max Levitan, and then here's
me that runs this picture house for
Hirsch & Meyerstein. But, it's too much
for most Of EN- Miss Lindstrorn.
There's a great future for the Amer
lea actress, Miss Lindstrom. Get the
money-Get the money-Get the
money that's the way I heard Conan
[ put 1t up to Snitz when / come out
ahead OF The Girl and the Duke for
'em n time. Believe me, you can
make good, Miss Lindstrom."
Climb on that trunk with both feet"
commanded Miss Lindstrom; and the
p~rotagonist Of the American drama did
SO. Now run along-I want to change
my skirt" pursued Miss Lindstrom.
"And, oh,-there's Mr.. Curran!"
She dashed to him as Mr.. Feldman
ambled out. She seized Mr.. Curran's
| hands "nn van Gnnuy unYnnhnAU cafH
shouldn't have kissed you the other
dayT"
II know" faitered Mr.. Curran.
why notT"
"Well-er-Pm running for con-
gress."
well. I wasn't a-going to kiss con-
gress! But you know 1 think a heap
Of you. l never can repay all you did
for me, Mr.. Curran. Why, I remember
that / began to use better grammar at
ter that time I run off through the
woods and you comforted me. Why.
you made me cry-and just there 1
made up my mind to be somebody! Do
you remember, Mr.. Curran?"
Poor old Wiley! He nae not forgotten
a moonbeam on the trees! And never
would! That was his weakness. Con-
gress would not stick in his mind over
night, try as he would.
WELL" Aurelie went on, shaking out
things AMI laying them in her suit case,
when l come. back with a bulldog-a
great actress-Iu step out and tell all
the people-right in front of the fuzzy
old curtain at the opera ~house-that
Mr.. Curran Of the News. he did it,"
Then Aurelie." he mourned, II
couldn't be elected p~oundmaster!
They're terribly afraid of actresses over
In, Rome"
They W. had any! But l don't
suppose they'll ever forget tina I was
q shanty- o gira and came up the
river with an old soldier who did the
whisky loup from Natchez to Du-
buque; and a wild In the woods and
hadn't any mother to speak of'-she
jerked things about in the case-"and
n name except that an Indian wom-
an ave me, and what Papa Lindstrom
had. I'm just not anybody" she
1erked the case again and grimaced.
Now. / cut my flnger!"
It's what people do who get mad and
slam things"
IF l had anybody, they'd kiss my
fingers when / cut 'em!"
MI. Curran took that finger. He
looked at 1t n kissed 1t gently. Then
he looked up to see the tears and
laughter in her eyes.
Pm glad you're folish!" she cried.
and he whispered:
80 am Il"
II guess we're a good deal like eac
other"
Tn afraid so! You're O problem,
Aurelie. No wonder Harlan couldn't
make anything out of YOU. He's all
broken up, poor chap!"
why can't you be sorry for me a
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 papers; and
not bother about a home and some
babies like / want!"
"A.urelie, 1 can't understand you"
h sat IN the trunk and sighed.
That's on top. Down in my heart I
want to run away down-riVer with
Uncle Mich and to the Cajun country
where we went to the island balls and
I wore hyacinths in my hair-I do. Mr..
Curran!"
Lord bless you!" cried Mr.. Curran;
you love Harlan!"
mo, l don't. But I want to be loved
by somebody just like I ana sort OF
wandery person who'd be willing to go
off on adventures. And not have any
people OF careers. Just be brave and
foolish, like you"
Mr.. Curran contemplated her quite
calmly. "Aurelie," he demanded, ARE
you going ever to marry Harlan"
Never, never-never. It was only
because I was lonely, and a sentiment
talist--is that it? 1t was such a great
thing that summer. But now? Why I
have theater manager come and help
me roll stockings and stick EN- in my
trunk! Mr.. Feldman just did"
"Aurelie," went ON Mr.. Curran
steadily and sterniy. about Harlan
you're making a great mistake IL you
throw him Off"