The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-04-23
CHAPTER xXI-(Coutinuedl

not improved Aurelie's good name In
Rome, Iowa. by going bankrupt back
ing her maiden stage tour. She rambled
on: Now tell me, who made this up
TO come In and surprise me7"
They looked at, each other. W. met
here tonight" said Harlan. in the
theater." # =. -.
"Tndeed?" She read them a shrewd
instant And do you like the piece7
I don't. It's silly, Mr.. Curran. I don't
think 90 much of the stage as I did.
It's all graft, and unless a girl Is very
Aurelie paused-'unless h has the
right friends. But people nave been
mighty good to me-
Il suspect, Aurelie," murmured Mr..
Curran, you r mighty good to them."
She gave MIR. Curran q soulful enig-
matte glance. That's why / like you.
Mr.. Curranl Just saying things like
that!" She sighed: Harlan wouldn't!S
She looked at him with long reproach.
Harlan could not smile. He was be-
whereby trying to imagine where
Aurelie had acquired all these manners
and yet not overlaid her n~aturalness.
She dressed beautifully, yet with taste.
even with all her old vagabond love
OF colors- She made them live with
health. Cohan &c Snitz knew this Inn
press on the audiences. Pretty things
and giadnessl But n Of the review
ers talked OF Aurelie and the psychol-
ogy OF dress, and Aurelie shuddered.
LIE bon Dieu, did not psychology have
to do with ghostsl
She went IN p~laintively merry:
Sometimes / do get tired. d Nor
man says I haven't enough talent TO
go on except my face. Just like a lot
of kids who've come up from the chorus
pretty soon TIL have to depend on the
masseurs. Inc grease paint won't make
up what I lose. Then King! a
Ada!" Aurelie looked thoughtfully at
them both. But you know I'don't care.
I'm going to save my money, and have
a cunning little place Inc some babies.
and go hunting rabbits sometime with
Uncle Mich in the snowl"
That Is a large and brilliant pro-
gram. Aurelie!" Mr.. Curran had TO
laugh. Harlan's smile came doggedly
at last. It was hard to resist her
spirits. She was unspoiled, but Joy Q
been set freel In tho hearts OF both
men had grown o miserable shame that
they had quarreled over Joe Benhan.
The gilded youth, and the blatant press
for Aureite who was thinking OF Old
Michigan and tracking rabbits 1 the
Rnowt
she went on stabbing the town ana
stage folk with q vfvacious and heed
hess Wit. She asked OF Rome. SO
Harlan -yRS In p~oittcsf What was he
running FORT She just couldn't Femem
Der when h told the comedian whom
she had the "dat.s" with tonight. She
had said her friend wag running for tho
p~enftentiaryi And Mon Dieu. tho
comedian interpolated this In his lines
and broke her all UP with laughing.
And the house didn't know. OF course
but It laughed with herl
Harlan istened. A q Hart
chuckied at by q comedy man-and
chucked into his lines was ~exasperat-
ing--as e~xasperating as trying to be
stern with Aureliei She was bubbling
with laughter. District attorney! OF
course! Something long and import
And she almost had the two men
laughing with her~almost. Only the
desperate hurt was there. And not for
worlds would they have mentioned Joe
Benham. Wiley looked triumphantly
across the table at Harlan Right3
OF course he was right
but why did you come, MI. Cur
ran2 Just to see met"
ITO give you this, Aurelie." He drew
out the rosary, and her cry OF Joy, the
quick rush OF tears to her eyes was re-
ward. She had the lost tr1nket to her
lips. to the amusement OF all h after
theater feeders.
"The boys found It behind the clap
boards In your little white room"
Its just as you left 1t. They keep
Il waiting for you, Aurelia-"
And then she cried indeed amid re
cafe feeders. Wiley looked away. "A
child-1ust q child, yes, Harlan" he
muttered, and the other nodded.
They all you Even John Your
help and gifts and letterB-why, ever
sour old John couldn't got around It
ALL"
II loved him, utoo-only he was too re-
ligious for mel"
MIR. Curran pointed at the rosary. go
you are, Aurelie. Or thinking OF Uncle
make you cry-among this sort Of Doo-
pie! And this queer little chain Of
yours. It must haye been your mothers
and I know where It came from"
Her yes widened. my mothers!
Y~es-yes-but whereof"
New Orleans. A Any silversmith on
Charities street who thought he was Q
genius. So he marked all his rosartes
and never made much else"
why, I had IL when I done come up
river. When Captain T1nkietoes stole
me! Uncle Michigan says he thought
I was q boy when they stole mel"
II know Mich's old yarn. But this
cross is gone"
She looked quickly at him. He - TN
derstood what it would mean to her.
And Harlan, watching the two. saw
what q common piece Of sentiment they
were, the same Migrants OF soui.
az wouldn't say anything about It."
naurTmured Aurelie, "oniy Il was my
mothers. And it's dreadful net 70 have
a mother-only Ada Norman and q
hairdresser!" She left an arch sad
smile with Mr.. Curran. "S0naetfmes, ia
rather not be q homeless stray. But
I suppose people must 60 rafting On
In their harness and never Do the
things they love Sometimes, 7 get the
old longing to run Off down-river with
Uncle Mich And take ySu, Mr. Cur
rant"
Then she broke his enchaRtnemt with
her laughter. Harlan looks az n he
thought we-an were perfectly Grassy!
Well, I suppose one can't. Seine chap
Is going to write q new ~piece-just fsr
me. A real star part. 7 tiAAk they
call II The Girl with the Flax Eye
brow" Harian's q set hard, That
was II. The Girl with the Pink Eye
brow" or "The Girl and the Duke"
'The Girly Girl" Half q Girl" More
Than GIRL" or some other OF the pan
dertng to this modern age, which no
longer able to exult In the rapine OF
cities, takes its lusts to the orchestra
chairs. Which makes for q good run"
as well as art.
ago r racLnon TIL Laar nm uorLfp1 I"