The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-03-19

newspaperman's show, believe me. was
here beauty bunk. If I'd beef handling
YOU, Miss Lindstrom. they'd b~en
naming cigarets after you now"
You're awful good, Mr.. Fefdman.
And I'll be mighty glad to get that let
ter. Me and Miss NormanI mean
Miss Norman and will be pleased"
She was rolling up v pairs OF stock
ings and stuffing them into the crown
of a hat. You see. Nh. Feldman. I'm
trying to improve my grammar, but
believe me-, it's some effort. I'd rather
hunt rabbits--or jobs. / guess my
grammar'd hit 'em pretty hard in New
York"
My letter,n put you right. There
amt many people wise to this here
theatrical business, Miss Lindstrom.
n New York there's Cohan g. Snitz
M Gus Friedlander, and in Chicago
there's MAJ Levitan, n then here's
me that runs this picture house for
for most Of 'em Miss Lindstrom.
There's a great future for the Amer
lea actress, Miss Lindstrom. Get the
money-Get the money-Get the
money, that's the way / heard Cohan
put 1t up to Snitz when I come out
IA ~ "a w 1ahS "a
'em one time. Believe me, you can
make good, Miss Lindstrom."
Climb or, that trunk with both feet"
commanded Miss Lindstrom; and the
protagonist of the American drama did
so. Now u along-I van to change,
my skirt pursued Miss Ltndstrom.
"And, oh,-there's Mr.. Currani'
She dashed to him as Mr.. Feldman
ambled out. She seized Mr.. Curran's
hands. DO you know, somebody said
l shouldn't have kissed you the other
day."
why not?"
"Well-er-Tm running for con-
gress."
We'll, I wasn't a-going to kiss con-
gress! But you know I think a heap
OF you. ] w can all you did
for me, Mr.. Curran. Why, / remember
that | began to use better grammar af-
ter that time I ran off through the
woods and o comforted me. Why,
you made me cry-and just there I
made up my mind to be somebody! Do
you remember, Mr.. C%urran?"
Poor old Wiley! He had not forgotten
q moonbeam on the trees! And never
would! That was his weakness. Con-
gress would not stick in his mind over
night. try as he would.
WELL" Aurelie went on, shaking out
things anil laying them in her suit case,
when | come back with a bulldog
great actress-IH step out and tell all
the people-right in front Of the fuzzy
old curtain at the opera house-that
Mr.. Curran of the News, he did it,"
Then Aurelie,' he mourned, 81
couldn't be elected poundmaster!
They're terribly afraid of actresses over
!, in Rome
They never had my! But I don't
suppose they'll ever forget that I was
a shanty-boa girl and came up the
river with an old soldier who did the
whisky loup from Natchez to Du-
buque; and ran wild In the woods and
hadn't any mother to speak of'-she
jerked things about in the case-"and
) any name except that an indian wom-
an gave me, and what Papa Lindstrom
had. I'm just not anybody" she
t Jerked the case again and grimaced
:. Now, l cut my finger!"
t It's what people do who get mad and
slam things"
"If 1 had anybody, they'd kiss my
fingers when / cut 'em!"
: Mr.. Curran took that finger. He
: looked at 1t and kissed 1t gently. Then
he looked up to see the tears and
laughter in her eyes.
"Pm glad you're folish!" she cried
and he whispered:
$50 am II"
E 81 guess were a good deal like eacl
e other"
I'm afraid SO! You're a problem
0 Aurelie. No wonder Harlan couldn'-
g make anything out Of you. He's al
f broken up, poor chap!"
Why can't you be sorry for me 6
s little bit? 1 sent Harlan away Mr.
Curran! I wasn't going to hurt his
d career. I'm going to be somebody my
self. Be a new woman like Miss Vance
and write pieces for the papers; am
not bother about a home and som
babies like waOtl"
"Aurelie, 1 ant understand you"
She sat on the trunk and sighed
That's on top. Down in my heart
want to run away down-river Will
q Uncle Mich and to the Ca5un countr.
l wore hyacinths in my hair-I do, MI
Curran!"
e Lord bless you!" cried Mr.. Curran
s you love Harlan!"
mo, l don't. But / want to be love-
n by somebody just like I ana sort O
wandery person who'd be willing to 6,
off on adventures. And not have an,
e people or careers. Just be brave an,
foolish, like you"
Mr.. Curran contemplated her quit
e calmly. "Aurelie," he demanded, Car
: o going ever to marry Harlan?"
It Never, ~never-never 1t was onl,
because I was lonely, and a sentimen
e talist-is that It? 1t was such a grea
d thing that summer. But now? Why
have theater manager come n he'll
k me roll stockings and stick 'em in m;
d trunk! Mr.. Feldman just did,"
"Aurelie," went on Mr.. CurraI
e steadily and sterniy, about Harlan
you're making a great mistake If you
e throw him Off"
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