Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-09-11

with her love and tenderness for a
broken father
How do you account for a woman of
that sort having such a cliild?"
Really now, Wentworth, that's up
to you; both of them are your crea-
tioni"
~Yes, certainly" Enoch laughed
grimly- Still it is an anomaly you
don't often see in real life"
1T u.s." assented Oswald. Here's
Miss Paget-watch her in the scene
I've mentioned"
The eyes of both men followed the
woman as she moved slowly across the
stage. She dropped into a chair and
waited for her cue. She did not look
the traditional adventures. She had
a curiously pale, transparent skin. into
which, during excited moments, the
blood flushed rosily. Masses of yellow
silky hair were brushed back in sim
pie waves from her forehead. She
used little makeup or artifce of any
sort. Her eyes were intensely blue.
There wal a lovely cleft dimple in her
chin. Although well along in the thir-
ties she retained her girlish face and
figure.
Wentworth turned to Oswald with 4
flush of irritation. 1T doesn't seem fair
to make a degenerate Of such a wom-
an; she doesn't look it."
That's where the mischief lies"
answered Oswald quietly.
The rehearsal went on. Miss Paget
took her cue. Both men watched her
critically. Wentworth drew a long
breath when the scene with "Cordelia"
in the second act was over. The won
an certainly could act!
She'll do" said Enoch heartily.
only" he added after a moments
hesitation, how does Dorcas strike,
you? Is she strong enough? 1t doesn't
seem to me as if she saw all the pos
sibilities of 'Cordelia.'"
Wentworth, your sister is going to
surprise you. Take my word for it
She is nervous now, but"
IT'S a devil Of 4 risk. 'Cordelia's
such a big part and Dorcas has had
no training"
She does no need training-the
conventional training o have in
mind"
III she fails it puts me in a nasty
light with the public-producing a play
simply to exploit my sister" Enoch's
tone was curt
she wont fail" Oswald spoke with
quiet assurance. Think over my sug-
gestion about Mrs. E~sterbrook's' part.
1t is there where tCordelia' leaves her
the mother knows the daughter well
enough to realize it is good-by forever
that you want to cut out every spark
of motherly feeling. Once or twice
she almost pulls on the audience for
sympathy. When 'Cordelia' shows her
contempt for the mother and skaters
her every ambition. there could not be
a solitary throb of pity. remorse or
~love--it is not in her"
Oswald dropped the subject. Went
worth began to twist his hands nerv-
ously, a habit he had when disturbed.
The Englishman sat back in silence,
watching the rehearsal ~intently. Mer-
ry stood leaning against. a stucco pill
lar. In this act he did not appear, but
occasionally. against the sharp COM
mands of the stage manager, his voice
rang out in brief, concise suggestions.
What a remarkable conception Mer-
ry has of every character" whispered
Oswald. Enoch did not speak. "Gil-
bert resents my orders-in a fashion,
continued the Engllshman. Il told
him to act on any suggestion that Mer-
ry offered. Gilbert would not say a
word If you went back and threw in an
idea here and there; a stage manager
expects that from the author. should
think you would do 1t occasionally"
1T isn't in my line" Wentworth
spoke sullenly. Every move Is put
into the manuscript as plain as a pike
staff"
Yes. but" Oswald glanced at his
companion ~curiously, then he dropped
the subject. 1T strikes me Merry has
changed. The night l spoke to him on
the l. he was like a boy with some
grand secret UP his sleeve. Today he
takes nothing but a ~halflanguid in
terest In the whole thing. He Is going
to give a remarkable portrayal of
John Esterbrook,' out when he is not
dCl1l6 Lax 0CCAl9 " Alaf LIZ III
life. What do you lay it to-"
Don't ask me-" mumured Went
worth. He's a man of moods, / gave
up trying to understand him years
ago"
Even when it came to the question
Of salary he didn't show any interest.
He wouldn't set a figure. / don't know
yet il he thinks the price l named was
right. He closed with my first cner,
signed the contract, then walked out. :
Its the biggest wad he ever drew"
He'll prove himself worth every
ha'penny of it."
Wentworth rose and pulled his hat
from under the seat.
Don't you want to see the rehearsal
outg' asked Oswald suddenly.
No, I'm going home. / may put
your suggestion into shape while 1t is
fresh in my mind"
Enoch paused in the theater to light
a cigar. A newspaper man, who was
an old friend, approached, full of eager
inquiry about the progress of the play.
Wentworth brushed him aside quickly
and strobe out to the street. A moment
later he felt a twinge of The
mans congratulations had been heart
felt. He could not shake off the mem
DRY Of a startled establishment that
came into his face at the brusque re-
ception. He was a good fellow, there
t had been pleasant companionship with
! MIN in the old days. The old days
seemed ages ago, further back than
the gaiety of childhood.
! He left Broadway, walking with
] quick. nervous strides until he found