The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-08-27

conn OItaDle library aS quickly as pos
sble.
well. you see what I'm up against.
don't you?" she demanded, a trHe de-
family.
It's a joke" declared Wallingford
sympathetically lit seems to me
you've ovnrnromised yourself, VIZ
II know it, she admitted. Il wish
these helpless.' sad eyed people would
stay away from me. They get me go
ing and the first thing know I've of
Tered to shed sunshine along their
pathway forever"
II don't feel very much of a tug at
my leartstlings ON account of this Me-
Ijssa person. remarked Baclie, pull
ing thoughtfully at his n1ustache. "Of
course. you saw her first. vi. and she's
all yours. but if | owned half OF her Ia
70 out to a nice circular race track and
set my halrs steering gear to the cor
rect curve and give it Il shove and tell
it that Sweeney WAS looking on
I'D let my half run for Sweeney,
TOO. if could" responded his wife:
but | can't do it. This poor little
Jay town dancing master has got to
my soft spot, darn him. It's on his ac
count have to do something for Me-
Iissa Trip, and l don't know what it
can be unless give her poison. She
can't dance. she can't sing. she has no
face nor figure and she hasn't got that
something inside her that wins you.
She amt fit for anything but classic
dances.''
"Why not classical dances?" Mrs.
Wallingford sobery inquired. I'VE
might if we We're clever enough about
it. work her into fad She's very
ugly. but if we were to accentuate
that artistically and give her elaborate
stage settings and some unique adver-
tisng'- She paused. finding the as
tonished eyes Of the other three upon
her. colored and was silent.
"Why, look who's here!" exclaimed
her husband and patted her upon the
shoulder. Il think I'll have to take
you in with me. Fannie, on my next
| business stunt
GIVE been keeping bad company for
years. Mrs. Wallingford retorted.
! Really. though. I'm a good deal like
| Violet; l seem possessed with a de-
! sire to help our forlorn little Professor
Flopsie.'
He's cute enough little man."
agreed Wallingford, but l don't see a
chance for a novelty high brow dance
They've had freak wrigglers from all
over the globe"
There's one country they haven't
come from yet" advised Blackie. II
haven't seen any sacred dancers from
Lhasa."
LA who?' demanded Violet Bonnie,
slipping from the arm to the seat of
her chair and leaning forward with ca
ger interest.
"Lhasa. the big noise town of Tibet.
you know. Mostly religion and dirt,
from what l read about it. Lhaa. the
sacred dancer from Lhasa. That
sounds bad. guess. Ell: There's just
two places they'd eat that up-at a
pumpkin circuit county fair or some
place near Forty-second street and
Main Stem
"Tibet," unused Wallingford. Seems
to me I've heard Of that place. but
know l never worked it. Where is it?'
ITS some place on the other map"
replied Blackie. Nobody knows any
thing about it. No white man ever got
whatever we please. They have long
haired goats. | know that much. and
the people are so mud ugly they have
to wear binders to keep from seeing
each other
"What a chance that gives Melissa"
said Violet with earnest enthusiasm.
I'm work up the turns for her myself.
The Dance of the Sacred Goat!' That
ought to be easy for her. She looks
the part. and all she'd have to do
would be to hop, and she does that
swell We could even buy up a lot of
goats and introduce 'em into the scene.
with mob of supers to be the high
priests and such things. Go to some
good costumer and have him work up
lot of correct historical costumes,
only fancy. and get good electrician
to figure out lot of light effects. Then
get us good press agent. and we're
all to the merry"
Wallingford shook his head. I'm
afraid of it, he objected. "You might
fill few matinees, but there aren't
enough freak hunters, even in New
York, to keep her hopping very long.
They wouldn't even give her the price
in vaudeville, for while vaudeville is
full of bunk. they're particular about
what kind of bunk it is. and the Mon
day afternoon tryout would be about
all that the Dance of the Sacred Goat
would pull"
II don't see why / was ever born"'
walled Violet. 81 hate trouble. It's
such bother!'
'Then there's only one thing left
asserted Blackie, who was bound te
remain cheerful. though the heavens
fall "Va'll have To make her the nlOt