Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-02-20

Square, South His companions were
various, numbering among them a
group OF those pygmy celebrities OF
whor4 one has never heard until by
chance he meets them, and of whom
their intimates speak as of immorta.s.
To Collasso's studio Samson was
called one night by telephone. He
had sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly as a listener.
while the man from Sorrento bewaiIed
fate with his coterie, and denounced
all forms of government over insipid
| Chianti
But tonight he entered the door to
find himself in the midst of a gay and
boisterous party. The room was al
ready thickly logged with smoke. and
a dozen men and women, singing
snatches Of current airs. were inter
esting themselves over a chatting dish.
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writer's and artists, a model or
two, and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
| productions
AT eleven o'clock the guests of honor
! arrived In a taxicab They were Mr..
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
| direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were In evening dress. Samson men,
tally acknowledged, though with In
stinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were. in a way, handsome. Col
lasso drew him aside to whisper i'm
portantly:
Make yourself agreeable to Farbish.
He is received in the most exclusive
| society, and is a connoisseur of art.
II he takes fancy to you, he will
put you up t the best clubs. / think
| shall sell him a landscape"
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center of the room. and her laughter
rang in free and egotistical peals
| above the other voices.
Come, said the host, 81 shall pre-
sent you"
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show
girls large and deeply-pencilhd eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air Of slightly bored detach-
ment.
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear
ing, were all those of the man who has
overstudied his part. They were too
perfect, too obviously rehearsed
through years Of social climbing, but
that was a defect Samson was not
yet prepared to recognize.
Someone had naively complimented
Miss Starr on the leopard-skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders. and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the flatterer.
1T is nice. isn't it?" she prattled
1T may look little up-stage for a girl
who hasn't got a line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight or be a dead one.
1t reminds me of little run-in / had
with Graddy-he's our stage-director,
you know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and. having re-
ceived it. went gayly forward. Il was
ten minutes late one day, for rehears-
al, and Grady came up with that sar-
castle manner of his, and said Miss
Starr, l don't doubt you are q perfect
ly nice girl, and all that. but it rather
gets my goat 10 figure out how, on
q salary of fifteen dollars week.
you come to rehearsals in a million
dollars worth of clothes, riding in
limousine-and ten minutes latel'"
She broke of with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause. and.
having been satisfied, she added: Il
was afraid that wasn't going to get a
laugh, after all"
She glanced inquiringly ct Samson,
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled
"A penny for your thoughts, Mr.
South. from down SOUTH she chal-
lenged.
y guess I'm sort of like Mr.. Grad
dy." said the boy, slowly. Il was just
wondering how you do do it,
He spoke with perfect seriousness.
and. after a moment, the girl broke
into prolonged peal of laughter.
oh, you are delicious," she ex-
claimed. If | could 90 tho ingenue
like that. believe me. Id make some
hit" She came over. and, laying
hand on each of the boys shoulders
kissed him lightly on the cheek.
That's for droll boy" she said.
That's the best line I've heard pulled
lately"
Farbish was smiling in quiet amuse-
ment. He tapped the mountaineer on
the shoulder
I've heard George Lescott speak of
you" he said, genially. I've rather a
fancy for being among the discover
ers Of men OF talent We must see
more of eacn other"
Samson left the party early, and
with a sense of disgust.
Several days later Samson was
alone in Lescott's studio. 1t was near
ing twilight, and he had laid aside q
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