Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-26
CHAPTER XIV.
Master Robin Fully.

WAOA Iuc CuItdlu OlOpRCU Ou SA0 last act at a Saturday matinee, Dorcas paused on the way to her dressing room and glanced out at the stage door. Rain was flashing the street in furious, wild-blown torrents. The few people who braved the storm bent their heads against it and plodded on with determination. Nearby, a street organ was wheezing the "Miserere" in pitifnl appeal to needless crowd at the theater door.
 Dorcas returned to her dressing room. It was delightfully."- cozy re- treat-Mr. Oswald had seen to that. Alice Volk sat repairing a gown.
 Where's Julie?" Dorcas demanded.
 She's asleep in our dressing-room.
 The girl seated herself in front of the mirror and began to remove her makeup. At intervals she glanced over bunch of letters which lay on the dressing table.
 "I used to wonder how it would feel to be famous. Of course l am not famous yet" said Dorcas quickly; "1 am merely one of the people you hear of in passing. Still, cannot grow ac- customed to the queer experience of seeing my name blazoned on every housetop when l ride on the L, or finding my picture in papers and mag azines. People stop on the street to stare at me; occasionally they whis- per my name to some one who is with them. A girl I went to school with wrote the other day and asked for sixteen autographed portraits to give as favors at party. She was a rich child, and at school she snubbed me numerically"
 Its the way of the world" the other woman answered "A little of 1t came into my own life"
 Its queer way" Dorcas contin- ued, "and somehow already l feel blase. The love and trust have from Julie and you Is something worth while."
 Mrs. Volk rose to hang up gown she had been repairing. As she passed Dorcas she bent and kissed her cheek. The girl looked up with a grateful
 
 smile.
 Suppose" Dorcas suggested, i've have little spread right here. can order a hot dinner sent in. It's a wretched night-What do you say?"
 If l were to speak for Julie, you know how she would enjoy it.
 Phone to the Beauclerc for a menu. It will be fun"
 Half an hour later the dressing room looked like small banqueting hall, for the property man had put everything he controlled at their dis. posal.
 Listen" said Dorcas to the waiter, who stood ready to take their order; bring us consomme, boiled salmon. celery, cucumbers, and sliced toma- toes, potatoes, string beans, roast chicken, lettuce, almond meringue pie, coffee. and-is that all?" she asked of Julie who stood peering over her shoulder.
 Ice cream and cake," suggested the child.
 "Of course." cried Dorcas: tits SC long ago since I was a little girl had forgotten that ice cream and cake is much more important than soup"
 Julie turned to gaze at the table. Isn't 1t pity, Miss Dorcas. there are only three of us, when there are four sides to a table,"
 Dorcas laughed. 'Ill let you pick out a guest for us. Julie. Who shall 1t be-"
 Well. let me think" The child paused There's Dick-Dick would do anything for us. He's only call boy, but he's nice. Then there's Robert son. He loaned us the chairs and table. Robertson's the incest man in the Gotham-almost. We could have had Brunton, but she's just going out. Then there's MT. Merry. believe" " she added decisiyely. T would rather have Mr. Merry than anybody Dorcas bent to rearrange a knife l and fork
 How do you know Mr. Merry is m?"
 T. He is.- cried Julie: He called ms