New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-04-15

Some actor is right" affirmed Mr..
BrOss with conviction. land some
show. too, if you wanta know. could
sit through it twicet Say, couldn't
quit thinkin' what 4 grand young time
I'd start in this old burg if | could
only con this 'kismet' thing into slip
pin me my day OF days Believe me
or not, there would be a party"
what would you dO?' asked Molly
Leasing. smiling.
swell, the first flop I'D nail down
all the coin that was handy. and then
I'd buy me Il flock Of automobiles
and have a table reserved for me ut
the Knickerbocker for dinner every
nisht-ind"- Imagination tagged.
WELL he concluded deqensively. Il
can tell you one thing wouldn't do"
'What?' demanded Violet.
Il wouldn't let any ward politician
like that there WaZir, or whatever
them Arabs call him, kid me into try
ing to throw a bomb at Charlie Muir
phy-or anything like that"
But. yOn ponehead," Violet argued
candidly, 'he had to. That was his
part. 1t was written in the play"
"G'wan. If he'd just stalled round
and refused to jump through the au-
thor'd've framed up some other way
out. Why-blame it!-he'd've had to-
''That will be about all for me- said
Violet. Il don't feel strong enough
tonight to stand any more of your
dramatic criticism. Lead me home
and please talk baseball all the way
With a resentful grunt Mr.. Bross
clamped warm. moist hand round the
plump arm of his charmer and with
masterful address propelled her from
the curb in front of the theater, where
the little party had paused, to the
northwest corner Of Broadway. 2.
Sybarite, moving instinctively to fol
low, leaped back to the sidewalk bare
ly in time to save his toes crushing
beneath the tires OF hurting taxi
cab.
He smiled furtive apology at Mol.
~ Leasing. who had demonstrated
greater discretion. and. she returned
the smile in the friendliest manner
His head was buzzing, and her eyes
were kind. Neither spoke, but for an
instant he experienced a breathless
sense Of sympathetic isolation with
her. there OH that crowded corner.
The wonder and the romance of the
play were still warm and vital in his
| imagination, infusing his thoughts
with rOseate glamOr of unreailty
wherein all things were possible.
For three hours he had forgotten his
lowly world. had lived on the higf
! peaks of romance, breathing only thell
rare atmosphere that never was or
land Or sea.
Difficult he found it now to dives
| his thoughts of that enthrallment. tt
| descend to cold and sober reality, tt
! remember he was clerk, his compan
ion shopgirl. rather than q prince
| disguised as Calander esQuiring a prin
cess dedicated to fatal enchantment-
| that 'Kismet'' was a quaint fallacy
one with that whimsical conceit OF orr
ent fatalism which assigns to eacl
| and every man his day Of days, where
! in he shall range the skies and plumb
| the abyss of his destiny alternately
lord and puppet.
! But presently with an effort. blink
ing, he pulled his wits together. and, :
| traffic policeman creating a favorable
| opening, the two scurried across an6
| plunged into the comparative OBSCURE
! ty of West Thirty eighth street, sturdy
George and his modest Violet alread,
full block in advance.
IF we hurry we might catch up,
| suggested Molly Leasing.
Il don't miss 'em much" he admit
ted, without offering to mend the pace
She. laughed softly.
| Are they really in love?"
George is, replied L. Sybarite, aft
er taking thought.
You mean she isn't:''
ITO blush unseen is Violet's idea Q
nothing to dO-not, at least, when on
| is a perfect thirty eight and possesse
a good digestion and an infinite capac
ity for amusement a In Carte"
THAT is to say the girl prompted
Violet will marry we'll if at ALL"
Not Mr.. Bross, them"
Nor any other poor man. I don
say she doesn't care for George, bu
before anything serious comes of
he'll have to make good use of his da
of days-if 'Kismet' ever sends hir
one. l hope it will" F. Sybarite add
ed sincerely.
You don't believe-really'
Just now? With all my heart! In
so full Of romantic nonsense l ca
hardly think
Again the girl laughed quietly to hi
humor.
''And since you're a true believer
MI. Sybarite, tell me what use yo
would make of Your day Of days"
II? Oh, r. Smiling wistfully, h
opened deprecatory palms. Hard t.
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