Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1915-04-08

traitor who lodged and painted in
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. His companions were
various. numbering among them q
group Of those pygmy celebrities OF
whom one has never heard until by
chance he meets them, and Of whom
their intimates speak as of immortals
TO Collasso's studios Samson was
called one night by telephone He
had sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly as listener
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
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
dozen men and women, singing
snatches of current airs, were inter.
esting themselves over a chafing dish.
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writer's and artists, model or
two, and several women who had
thinking parts In current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o'clock the guests Of honor
arrived in 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 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 connoisseur Of art.
II he takes a fancy to you, he viii
put you up It the best clubs, Il think
l shall sell him landscape"
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center Of the room, and her npghter
rang in free and egotistichl peals
above the other voices. f5ss
Come, said the host, = ahall pre-
sent YOU" ll e
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into t1e show
girls large and deeply.penciE6d eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air of slightly bored detach-
ment. 3y.E. /,
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear
ing, were all those Of the mad who has
oyerstudied his part. They erP too
perfect, too obviously ehrsed
through years Of social clim & but
that was a defect Samsun mot
yet prepared to recognize q Z;
Someone had naiyely comf ented
Miss Starr on the eoDardxl en-
sne mad Just uifg
shoulders, and she turned bfeH tly
and vivaciously TO the fatp her "a.
"It is nice. isn't its" sh$ prattieg
1T may look a little up-stage for e girl
who hasn't got line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight, or be dead one.
1t reminds me of little rup-in ] had
with Graddy-he's our stage-dtrector,
you know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re-
ceived 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, don't doubt you are a perfect
ly nice girl, and all that, but 1t rather
gets my goat to figure out hoy, on
salary of fifteen dollars q week,
you come to rehearsals in million
dollars worth of clothes, riding In a
limousine-and ten minutes l4te!"
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause and,
having been satisfied. she added: Il
was afraid that wasn't going toIget a
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 seriodsness,
and, after a moment. the girl broke
into prolonged peal of laughterl
"Oh, you are delicious!" she ex'
claimed. IF l could do the iHgenue
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 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