The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-11-25

newspaperdom. II his play succeed.
"a, he was made.
Tried vainly to reach him by phone.
and went that evening to the theatee
to lend my applause.
From the implanted side Of the
stage-sets l listened to the salvos OF
hand clapping that signaled his sue
cess.
When, at last. the ordeal was over
and my friends triumph assured, he
led me along the whitewashed walls
to the stars dressing room. In re.
Spouse to his rapping, the door was
opened and a young woman, seated In
front Of a mirror, gave us the fash
Of a reflected smile.
The place vas aglow with elation.
The spirit of success showed even in
the movements of the quiet little
French maid as she gathered and
stored the beribboned linen which
still litterd the room. Grace Bristol
herself took a quick, impulsive step
forward and placed a grateful hand
on each of the authors shoulders. For
me, she had only a hurried nod.
THANK God, Bobby!" she exclaimed
with a half hysterical catch in her
throat. "Thank God, it's over! Ny
knees were knocking SO while I was
waiting for my cue that I wanted to
VI away and hide!"
II know" he said. ri was watch
ing you. You were green under the
paint, Grace"
III you'd spoken to me just then,
I'd have screamed and had spasms,"
/ she laughed; "but now"-she pointed
VIGOROUSLY to a mass Of roses on
her dresser-"there are the flowers
that grow under glass, tra-la! You
wrote me the bulliest part I aver play
ed, old pal. You have made me "a
NOUS"
Outside, as we hailed a taxi, the
night-life of never sleeping places was
racing at full tide along Broadway
and swirling in an eddy about Long
acre Square. It bore on it's crest its
gay fotillas of pleasure-and it's drift
of derelicts. To me it pointed all the
miserable morals of contrast.
"Where to-" in quired Bobby. DO
you show yourself in triumph at Rec
tors, or go home to dream Of applaud
ing thousands?"
The woman shrugged her shapely
shoulders.
me for the hay!" she announced
with prompt decisiveness. Jump in,
boys" she invited in afterthought.
IT may as we'll drive you down to your
rooms and drop you first. I need a
breath of air to quiet my nerves."
Out of the garish color and clangor
Of Broadway, we swept into the tenn
pered quiet of Fifth Avenue, stretch
ing ghostlike between it's twin threads
of electric opals.
I'VE must both be pretty tired" he
suggested when we reached Washing.
ton Arch. 1--WE haven't spoken since
Herald Square,"
I'm too happy to talk" she answer
ed. "For ten pretty rough years I've
been building for tonight" She sighed
contentedly, then went on: II began
about the usual way-musical COM
edy-in tights-carrying a spear. My
first promotion was to the front row.
I wasn't fool enough to kid myself in
to the notion that it was because I
was a Melba or a Fiske.
"If l used to go to my hall bed
room every night and cry myself to
sleep it was nobody's business but
my own"
She must have felt Maxwell's eyes
on her, for her voice took on a note of
the defiant as she added: "And If I
didn't always 60 straight to my hall
bedroom, maybe that was my own
business, too"
She seemed to be reviewing her
struggle as she leaned r~estfully back
against the cushions with tonight's
roses in her lap. Her lids dropped
contentedly. "But tonight" she add
ed; well, tonight l felt all that was
paid for and the receipt signed. How
do you feel, Bobby?"
"Glad it's over" said the man.
ut hasn't been just exactly a snap
for you, either" she alphabetically
conceded. when I first knew you,
you were haunting Park Row FOR a
cheap job, and getting canned by Of
fee boys. It's been a long way we've
come, boy; but we kept plugging when
the going was bad, and now, thank
God, we've arrived"
The taxi drew up before the door
where Maxwell had his quarters. It
was a dingy building which has har-
bored under it's roof the beginnings of
a half dozen regulations.
"Bobby," said the young woman sud-