Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-03-19

newspaperman's show, believe me, was
n mistake. 1t Dol the edge off this
mere beauty bunk. If I'd been handling
you, Miss. Lindstrom, they'd h~en
naming cigarets after you now"
You're awful good, Mr.. Feldman.
And IN be mighty glad to get that let
ter. Me and Miss Norman-I mean
MISS Norman n Twill be pleased"
She was rolling up five pairs of stock
lngs and stuffing them into the crown
OF a hat. You see, Mr.. Feldman, I'm
Trying to improve my grammar, but
peileVe me. it's som effort. I'd rather
hunt rabbits-or jobs. l guess my
York.
My letter'll put o right. There
amt many people wise to this here
In New York there's Cohan & Snitz
m Gus Friedlander. and in Chicago
tnere,s Max Levitan, and then here's
me that runs this picture house for
Hlrsch & Meyerstein. But it's too much
for most Of 'em Miss Lindstrom.
There's a great uture for the Amer
money-Get the money-Get the
money that's the way 1 heard Cohan
put it up to Snitz when l come u
ahead on The Girl and the Duke for
EN- one time. Believe me, you can
a 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.. Curran!"
She dashed to him as Mr.. Feldman
ambled out. She seized Mr.. Curran's
hands. DO you know, somebody said
l shouldn't have kissed you the other
day."
81 know" faltered Mr.. Curran.
"Why not?"
"Well-er-Tm running for con-
gress."
well I wasn't a-going to kiss con-
gress. But you know l think a heap
OF you. l never car repay all you did
for me, Mr.. Curran. Why, I remember
that began to use better at
woods and you comforted me. Why,
you made me cry-and just there I
made up my mind to be somebody! Do
you remember, Mr.. C%urran?'
Poor old Wiley! He had not forgotten
a moonbeam on the trees! And never
would! That was his weakness. Con-
gress would not stick in his mind oyer
night, try as he would.
We'll" Aurelie went on, shaking out
things AMI laying them in her suit case,
when | come back with a bulldogs
great actress-Tll step out and tell all
the ~people-right in front of the fuzzy
old curtain at the opera house-that
MT. curran of the News, he did it,"
Then Aurelie," he mourned, "I
couldn't be elected poundmaster!
They're terribly afraid of actresses over
in Rome"
"They never had any! But I don't
suppose they'll ever forget that 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 raj wild In the woods and
hadn't n mother to speak of"-she
jerked things about in the case-"and
any name except that an Indian wom-
an gave me, and what Papa Lindstrom
had. I'm just not anybody" she
1erked he case again and grimaced.
Now, / cut my inger!!"
Its what people do who get mad and
slam things"
If i had anybody, they'd kiss my
fingers when l cut 'em!"
Mr.. Curran took that finger. He
looked at it and kissed it gently. Then
he looked up to see the tears and
laughter in her eyes.
I'm glad you're folish!" she cried.
and he whispered: =
$50 am II"
Il guess we're a good deal like each
other"
I'm afraid so! You're a 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? I sent Harlan away, Mr..
Curran! I 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 I want!"
"Aurelie, l can't understand you"
h 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 you!" cried Mr.. Curran;
you love Harlan!"
mo, l don't. But 1 want to be loved
by somebody just like l ana sort of
wandery person who'd be willing to go
off on adventures. And not have any
people or careers. Just be brave and
foolish, like you"
MI. Curran contemplated her quite
calmly. "Aurelie," he demanded, ARE
you going ever to marry Harlanw
Never, never-never., 1t was only
because 1 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 'em in my
trunk! MI. Feldman just did,"
"Aurelie," went on Mr.. Curran
steadily and sternly, about Harlan
you're making a great mistake If you
throw him off"