Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-05

put you up at the best clubs. I think
shall sell him 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, II shall pre-
sent YOU"
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show
girls large and deeply-penciled 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 VINO mas
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 shape-
ly 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 girl
who hasn't got line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight, or be a dead one.
It reminds me Of little run-in l had
with Graddy-he's our stage-director'
YOU know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re-
ceiyed it, went gayly forward. II was
ten minutes late, one day, for rehears-
al, and Grady came up with that sar-
castle manner Of his, and said: MISS
Starr, 1 don't doubt you are perfect
ly nice girl, and all that, but 1t rather
gets my goat to figure out how, on
salary Of fifteen dollars week.
you come to rehearsals in a million
dollars worth Of clothes, riding In a
|limousine-and ten minutes late!
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and'
having been satisfied, she added: i
was afraid that wasn't going to get
laugh, after ALL"
She glanced inquiringly at Samson
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
"a penny for your thoughts, Mr..
South, from down South" she chal-
lenged.
81 guess I'm sort of like Mr.. Grad
dy" said the boy, slowly. II 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 I could do the ingenue
like that, believe me, I'd make some
hit" She came over, and, laying
hand on each Of the boys shoulders
kissed him slightly on the cheek.
That's for a 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 each 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 a
volume of De Maupassant, whose sim
pie power had beguiled him. The door
opened, and he saw the figure Of
woman on the threshold. The boy
rose somewhat shyly from his seat,
and stood looking at her. She was as
richly dressed as Miss Starr had been,
but there was the same difference as
between the colors Of the sunset sky
and the exaggerated daubs Of Collas-
SOS landscape. She stood at the door
moment, and then came forward
with her hands outstreched.
This is Mr.. South, isn't it?" she
asked. with a frank friendliness in
her voice.
"Yes, ma'am, that's my name"
I'm Adrienne Lescott," said the
girl. II thought I'd find my brother
here. I stopped by to drive him up
town.
Samson had hesitatingly taken the
gloved hand. and its grasp was firm
and strong despite it's ridiculous
smallness.
II reckon he'll be back presently"
The boy was in doubt as to the proper
procedure. This was Lescott's studio
and he was not certain whether or not
it lay in his province to invite Les
colts sister to take possession Of 1t.
Possibly, he ought to withdraw. His
ideas Of social usages were very vague.
"Then, think I'll wait" announced
the girl. She threw off her fur coat,
and took a seat before the open crate.
The chair was large. and swallowed
her up.
Samson wanted to look at her, and
was afraid that this would be i'm
polite. He realized that he had seen
no real ladies. except on the street,
and now he had the opportunity
I'm glad of this chance to meet
you, Mr.. South" said the girl with a
smile that found its way to the boys
heart After all, there was sincerity
in foreign" women. George talks of
you so much that feel as If I'd known
you all the while. Don't you think !
might claim friendship with Georges
| friends?"
Samson had no answer. He wished
to say something equally cordial, but
the old instinct against effusiveness
tied his tongue.
Il owe right smart to George Les
| cott," he told her, gravely.
That's not answering my question"
she laughed. do you consent to be-
ing friends with me?"
Miss" began the boy. Then, real