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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 le~opard-skin cloak
she had Just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the f1atterer.
1T is nice, isn't it?" she prattled.
ut may look a little up-stage for a girl
who hasn't got a line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight, OF be a dead one.
It reminds me of a little run-in I had
with Graddy-he's our stage-director,
you know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed. and, having re-
ceived it, went gayly forward. Il was
ten minutes late, day, for rehears-
al. and Grady came up with that sar-
castle manner Of his, and said: Miss
Starr, / don't doubt you r a 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.
you come to ~rehearsals in a million
dollars worth Of clothes, riding in a
limousine-and ten minutes late!'"
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 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.
Il guess I'm sort of like Mr.. Grad
dy," said the boy, slowly. Il was just
wondering 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 deliciousl" she ex-
claimed. IF / could do the ingenue
like that, believe me, Id make some
hit" She came over, and, laying a
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"
q }FaghIskk- v as smiling liz quiet anHseT
ment. He tapped the mountaineer on
the shoulder.
1--WE heard George Lescott speak OF
you,' he said, genially. I've rather a
fancy for being among the discover
ers of men of talent. We must see
more of each other"
Samson left the party early, and
with a sense of disgust.
Several days later, Samson was
alone in Lescott's studio. 1t was near
ing twilight, and he had laid aside a
volume of De Maupassant, whose SIM
pie power had beguiled him. The door
opened, and he saw the figure of a
m on the threshold. The boy
rose somewhat shyly from his seat,
and stood looking at her. She vas as
richly dressed as Miss Starr had been,
but there was the same difference as
between the colors of the sunset sky
and the exaggerated daubs of Collas-
SOS landscape. She stood at the door
a moment, and then came forward
with her hand o~utstretched.
This is Mr.. South, isn't it?" she
asked, with a frank friendliness in
her voice.
Yes. ma'am, that's my name"
I'm Adrienne Lescott," said the
girl. Il thought Id find my brother
here. stopped by to drive him up
town."
Samson had hesitatingly taken the
gloved hand. and its grasp was firm
and strong despite its ridiculous
smallness.
Il reckon he'll be back presently"
The boy was in doubt as to the proper
procedure. This was Lescott's studio,
and he was not certain whether or not
it lay In his province to invite Les
colts sister to take possession of 1t.
Possibly, he ought to withdraw. His
ideas of social usages were very vague.
Then, l think I'll wait" announced
the girl. She threw off her fur coat,
and took a seat before the open CRATE.
The chair was large, and swallowed
her up.
Samson wanted to look at her, and
was afraid that this would be impolite.
He realized that he had seer no
real ladies', except on the street, and
now he had the opportunity.
I'm glad Of this chance to meet
you, Mr.. South" said the girl with a
smile that found its way to the boys
heart. After all, there was sincerity
in foreign" women. George talks of
you SO much that l feel as If I'd known
you all the while. Don't you think l
might claim friendship with Georges