The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-03-05

esuhS themselves over chalng dish
l ne crowd was typical. A few very
MINOR writers and artists, model @.
'"o, anu several women who Ia"
tnInhIh3 parts IN current Broadway
productions.
AV eieven O'Clock the guests Of honor
arrived IN taXcab. They were Mr.
w -" 'I''".H f"E0lSh ana MISS "mtrea
- ."' l. ll''Ihs come, as they explained
U VI, L-oM the jnea'er "hGra MISS
"'"IF o"nced III the first row, they
were II evening dress, Samson men
'"ly acknowledged, though with IN
SjlhclIFe 0IstaVOr for the pair, thai
Ooth were, III way. handsome. Col
laSso drew him aside to whisper in,
poTtanIiy;
make yourself agreeable to Farbiah
ne IS received III the most exclusive
society, ana IS a c0nnolsseur OF art
Il lie taxes a fancy to you, he viii
put you up ct the best clubs. | think
snail sell him a landscape"
Inc girl was talking rapidly and
loudly she mad at once taken the
center OF the room, and her laughter
rang IN Tree ard egotlStlcal peals
ABOVE the other voices.
come SAID the most, i shall pre-
sent you.
Inc boy shook hands, gazing with
MS usual dlrectnesS into the show
girls large and deeply-penciled eyes.
farDlSh, standing at one side with
MS hands IN his pockets, looked on
with an air OF slightly bored detach-
ment,
Ills dress, his mannerisms, his bear
Ing, were all those of the man who has
oVerstudled his part. They were too
perfect, too obviously rehearsed
through years of social climbing, but
mat was a defect Samson was not
yet prepared to recognize.
someone mad nalVely complimenteG
MISS Starr On the leOpard-Skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and Vivaciously to the tiatterer.
1t is nice, isn't it?" she prattled.
1t may look a little up-stage .0r a girl
who hasn't got a line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight, or be dead one.
1t reminds me OF little run-tn I had
with Graddy-hes our stage-director,
you know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re-
celVed it, went gayly forward. Il wac
ten minutes iate' one DAY, for rehears,
al, and Grady came up with that sar.
castle manner OF his, and said: Miss
starr, don't doubt you are perfect
ly nice girl, and all that, but 1t rather
gets my goat to figure out how, on
a salary OF fifteen dollars week,
you come to rehearsals in million
dollars worth of clothes, riding in a
i1mouslne-and ten minutes late!'"
she broke on with the eager little
expression OF awaiting applause, and,
having been satisfied, she added: Il
was afraid that wasn't going to get
iaugh, after all.
she glanced lnqulrlngly at Samson,
VINO had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
A penny Tor your thoughts. Mr..
ooutn, from down SOUTH she ehal'
ienged.
i guess I'm sort of like Mr.. Grad
dy,' said the boy, slowly. Il was just
wondering how you do do it.
lie spoke with perfect seriousness,
and, after moment, the girl broke
into prolonged peal OF laughter.
On, you are delic1ous!" she ex'
claimed. II | could do the ingenue
IKE mat, DeileVe me, ID make some
nit" She came over, and, laying a
hand on each OF the boys shoulders
kissed him lightly on the cheek
mats for droll boy!" she said
'Ihats the best line I've heard pulled
lately.
FarDlsh was smiling IN quiet amuse-
ment. lie tapped the mountaineer on
the shoulder.
I've heard George Lescott speak OF
you he said, genially. I've rather