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glasses and bottles, she sat waiting
on the Spanish leather divan In the
glow Of the open IRE. Her lips wego
parted in a smile and her eyes, fixed
on tho bed of Goals, were deep with
reflection. The face became again the
face Of a young girl, bearing no trace
of the experience which had made up
ten years Of war with Broadway. To
me she paid not the slightest atten.
tion. Shortly he returned and hand.
ed us glasses. She raised hers, smil.
ing.
ITO you." said, "the author!"
ITO you," he gravely responded,
"the start"
After that neither Of them spoke,
until the girl broke the silence with
a laugh.
Some day, Bobby" sire asserted,
o must tell me the story you
haven't dramatized-the story Of your
life"
"Why, do you t hink, its would prove
Interestingly"
She regarded him for a time with
close scrutiny.
well, I don't quite get you, Bob
by. You are rather a riddle, in a
way. Sir Galahad on Broadway
doesn't that strike you as a funny
cobination?"
Rather paradoxical," he admitted;
"the environment might fit Don Juan
better. But why Sir Galahad on
Broadway"
"That's what they call you. You
are VIGOROUSLY ~unattainable. The on
ly man in this game who hasn't had
an affair with any ash-trash-"
with any what?" he queried, puz-
zled.
"Ash-trash actress" she enlighten-
ed. 1.-THE title is a little conceit of my
own-poor, but original.
"Of course" she went on thought
fully, after a pause, "it's very charm
ing to remain naive after years Of this
life, unless as stage gossip says, it's
merely a pose."
tits not a pose," replied the mar
quietly.
IT know that" she fastened to as.
sure him. But what I want to know
is this. What's behind it? Who is
she?"
why should there necessarily be
any she?" he demanded. Cant a
man live his own life independently
of prevalent customs-merely because
it is his w life?"
She shook her head and flecked the
ash from her cigarette. She seemed
to be bordering the matter before
hazarding judgment. Then her words
came positively enough.
Don't pull that old line on nj,
about being the captain of your soul,
Bobby; I knew better. Oh, I used 70
believe all those pretty things. I
wanted to go on believing them, but
there wasn't a chance"
"What did you find?"
"Just what the fool sailor finds who
tides and gales: who fancies he can
sail his little duck-pond boat in the
Gulf Stream, through reefs and hur-
ricares, and bring it out with the
paint fresh"
Her voice had preceptibiy. hardened.
"You probably know a lot Of girls,
Bobby, who wouldn't invite me to tea
certainly not if t hey knew all my
story. Nevertheless, When we line up
for the big tryout, l guess the Al
mighty will take a look at their un.
furnished ignorance, and a glance at
me-and somehow I'm not worried
about what He'll say. No woman
would muddy her shoes If we all had
Walter Raleigh's to spread coats over
the puddles."
The man lighted a cigartte and said
nothing.
But get the angle or me right,
Bobby" she fastened to amend. II
haven't loafed. Now I've made good.
From this on I can be the captain OF
my soul-and you can be pretty sure
I will"
Continued Next week.