The Washington herald., 1915-11-01

wig, and the father came on to find
his safe robed Of the $4,000 he had
planned to invest in a fraudulent
deal-which would have resulted in
exposure and ruin.
TOO slow!" snapped Mr.. Mccain
Got to get more ginger in that!
THROW over the chairs, Miss Will
son. Don't lay EN- down as though
they were eggs Work faster-get
the excitement
Laura, looking distractingly pretty
with her streaming, tumbled hair, sc-
ceptcd this brusque criticism with 4
deepening color under her rouge.
And don't chew off your words
when you say. It's the only way
to save your father'-bring that out
with ring!"
In his effort to give a vigorous in
depreciation Of how this scene should
be acted, he had turned over a bot
tie of glue on TIE table.
"Hully Gee. McCahnl Look what
you're about" Mr.. Bailey snatched
up his gray mustache. They all
laughed as he held it up across his
forehnger, limp and gluey.
Let it dry. Thatll comb out"
"Oh, it will" finging it into the
waste basket That means a new
mustache. and I've enough things to
get tomorrow"
Come on-weSe got to take that
over. Now, Miss Wilson, this time
try to get in some pepl You'll never
put it across il you DON'T And keep
your face to the audiencel Bailey,
that's your fault; you walk back
stage too soon and she has to turn
round"
That safes too center stage
that's what's the matter"
It'll be all right tomorrow-we
haven't room here. Now let's take il
straight from the beginning" Then
turning to Warren, ANY sugges-
tons, Mr.. Curtis? Don't hesitate to
criticise-that's what we want"
How about that line I'm afraid
it Shall" be your ruin? Shouldn't
that be 'willY"
Miss Wilson spoke of that, but
! thought shall sounded stronger.
Maybe you're right, I'm a little rusty
on grammar" Then to Laura, You'd
better make that will What's
wrong, Bailey? Burned out?"
While they were working with the
fashlight, Laura drew Helen behind
the Japanese screen.
"Oh, I'm glad you spoke of that
'shallp He's so set about the lines
l can't tell him thing. It's horribly
raw-but he knows all the agents,
and he seems sure of getting it book
ed on small time"
But, Laura, will it help you to
b: in a sketch of this class7"
ut means $40 a week, and I'm get
ting experience. II / do good work,
it may lead to something better. But
he wants me to rant-to play the
whole thing with a slap-dash hur-
rahl That's what hate--it makes il
so cheapp
why don't you tell him that1"
81 don't dare tell him anythingp
Then hastily, do / seem nervous?
He's made so many changes-I'm
not even sure of my lines"
"All ready" rap Of the pencil.
We'll take II from the beginning"
Tell Mr.. Curtis to speak about
that awful line Where there's life,
there's hope" whispered Laura, as
they came from behind the screen.
But Warren, with muttered ex-
euse about IT being late, now rose to
60.
You'd better watt" urged Mr.. |
Mccain. Were going to time it |
now, run it through without coach
ing. Wen be glad of your criticisms"
I'm afraid you overrate my judg- |
ment," laughed Warren. Then as ne
shook hands with Laura, Wen try
10 get up to the Palladium tomorrow
night to give you rousing send-off."
Down the FIVE flights that wound |
around the black elevator shaft, their
Gathering steps echoing through the
hush of the deserted building.
WAS It very badl" yeuturedl
Helen, psusing for breath y