The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-02-18

ready thlckly logged with smoke, an
dozen men and women. singin
matches of current airs. We're inte
esting themselves over a chatting dist
The crowd was typical. A few yer
minor writer's and artists, a model o
two, and several women who ha,
thinking parts In current Broadwa,
productions
At eleven O'Clock the guests of homo
arrived in taxicab. They were Mr.
i William Farblsh and Miss WinifreC
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 II connoisseur Of art.
II he takes a fancy to you, he will
put you up ct the best clubs. 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, Il shall pre-
sent you"
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual dlrectness 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 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 fiatterer.
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 dead one.
1t 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-
ceived 1t, 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, | 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 a week,
dollars worth of clothes, riding In a
ten minutes latei'"
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and,
having been satisfied, she added: Il
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-
enged.
Il guess I'm sort Of like Mr.. Grad
1y," said the boy. slowly. Il was just
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. III could do the ingenue
ike that, believe me, I'd make some
lit" She came over, and, laying q
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
ately."
Farbish was smiling In quiet amuse-
nent. He tapped the mountaineer on
he shoulder.
I've heard George Lescott speak OF
'ou," he said, genially. I've rather
ancy for being among the discover
rs Of men of talent. We must see
more OF each other"
Samson left the party early, and
With sense of disgust.
Several days later, Samson was
lone In Lescott's studio. 1t was near
ng twilight, and he had laid aside
olume of De Maupassant, whose SIM
lie power had beguiled him. The door
pened, and he saw the figure of
ioman on the threshold The boy
ose somewhat shyly from his seat,
nd stood looking at her. She was as
ichly dressed as Miss Starr had been,
ut there was the same difference as
etween the colors OF the sunset sky
nd the exaggerated daubs of Collas-
o's landscape. She stood at the door
moment, and then came forward
18th her hand outstretched.
This is Mr.. South, isn't it?" she
sked. with frank friendliness in
er voice.
Yes, ma'am, that's my name"
I'm Adrienne Lescott," said the
lri. Il thought Id find my brother
ere stopped by to drive him up