The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-07-24
] |Wallingford| ] In His Prifrle| !
 By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER < Copyright, 1918. by the Bobbs- \
 Merrill Go.
By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER
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it that Sweeney was looking on.''
 sT'd let 1dy haIf 0fdn for Sweeney, too, if I could" responded his wife; s'but can't do it. This poor little jay town dancing master has got to my softlspot, darn him! It's on his ac- count I have to do something for Me 1iBsa Trapp, and 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. Bhe ainet ft for anything but classic dances.p
 AWhy not classical dances 2's Mrs. vEa1lzngeOrd soberly inquired. We might if we were clever enough about it. work her into a fad. She's very ueIE. but fl we were to accentuate that artdstically and give her elaborate 8taee settzngs and some unique adver- tislng- She paused, finding the as- 9on1shed eyes of the other three upon her. cplored and was client.
 ~v9hy. look who's herel'' exdlaRmed her husband and patted her upon the shoulder seI think I'll have to take you in with me Fannie, on my next busInesH stunt
 five been keeping bad compsny for Years,n Mrs. WalI1ngford retorted. Really, though, I'm a good deal like violet; I seem possessed with de- sire to help our forlorn little Professor' FlopsIe
 Hs's a cute enough little naan,s agreed Wallingford, .sbut don't see chance for novelty high brow dance. over the gIobe1
 There's one country they haven't come from yeti advised Blackie. sI haven't seen any sacred dancers from LibaBa- ~
 .I.n whog' demanded violet Bonnie, slipping from the arm to the aeat of her chair ana leaning forward with ea- ger interest. M
 'LhaAa, the big noise town ofSTfbet, you know. Mostly religion and dirt, from what read about 1t. I1haa, the sacred dancer from Lhasa. That sounds bad, guess, eh7 There's just twa places fheygd eat that up-at a puInpkin circuit county fair or some piaas near Forty second styeet ana Main SEem.g
 Tibet. unused Wa1lingford. Seems to me I've heard of that place, but I know never worked it. Where is itl''
 s'Ifss some place on the other map,'' replied BIackie- sfNobody knows any thing about it. No white man ever got away from there alive, so we can do whatever we please. They have long haired goats, I know that much, and the people are so mud ugly they have to Wear binders to keep from seeing each other.a
 ssVVhak a chance that efves Melfssa' r said Violet with earnest enthusiasm. m work up the turns for her myself The Dance of the Sacred Goatr That ought Co be easy for her. She looks the part, and all sheds have to do would be to hop. and she does that swell We could even buy up lot of goats and introduce lem into the scene, with a mob of supers to be the high priests and such things Go to some gooh cpstumer and have him work up a 1ot of correct historical costumes, only fancy. and get good electrician to figure out q lot of light effects. Then Ret us good press agent, and we're all to the meryn
 TaIHngf0rd shook his head. I'm afraid of 1t Y he ob5ected You might dn Ia lew maf1nees, but there aren't enongh 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, fun of bunk, they're particular about what Lind of bunk 1t is, and the Mon day afternoon tryout would be about all 4hat the Dance of the Sacred Goat would puE'
 ~F don't nee why I was ever bornr vnaled Violet CT hate trouble It's' gueh hotherl'
 Thon there's only one thing left,'' asserted Blackie, who was bound to- remain cheerful, though the heavens fall. We'll have to make her the plot . of q rnuelca1 comedy Lhaa, the sacred dancer of Lhasa, in The Lama's Goat guess you couldn't burn up ehe bEIboards with that. and good, aervous press agent could have the time of his sweet young life"
 ..BIacide, on the level, you're the only. husband I ever really loyedY' avowed Violet fondIy- The others only had money but you've got brains You've fixed it all up for us. The musical comedy goes. Jimmy, you say you ain't going to do anything for the next six months, and if you don't, it's a cinch that Blackie won't. So you can both just pitch in and impresario Me lfssa Tripp till you're black in the face The only trouble see is in getting fheater for her.1
 Esy. vi. you have kwo theaters." protested Mrs. Wallingford.
 s.Helpe' shouted Violet "You don't suppose I'd put a hoodoo on one of my own places, do you7 TheSre both do- ing a good business, and I'm like all the other theater owners-the more money Pm making the more scared am-'s
 Why not the hoodooed Avon7" sug eested Wallingford to Blaczie with smile.
 .aTne Avonr exclaimed Violet Bon ndasr aesNTell here's where good old Dan SickeIs gets fresh start I'm stout for Dan and for the Avon, and think fE will be a mascot for us. Blnekies xeu hunt up Dlcky DolgeE who