The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-11-16

81 had no idea Il worked so WELL"
Again Miss Demorest smiled crookedly.
mo wonder you didn't want to go to
the Waldorf with me: wonder you
consented TO come here"
"Your advance work is great"
81 knew the public swallowed It; but
I supposed the profession knew press
stun when they saw Il. I sang and
danced for ten years I'm this country
and never got better time than the
schuetzen parks and airdomes. | was
Agnes Smith then. Somehow got the
price of n ticket to England, and
pulled the airdome stun that had
scored In Little Rock and Michigan
City, and II got by somehow. My
mother was Canuck. so I knew some
French, and eventually | reached the
continent. There met the Old Nick
You may think the devil is what he
looks like on the ham cans; but, in
reality les little, fat. bald man with
n tenor voice. and he eats cloves. His
name Is Aubrey Lane. He was In
Paris selling patent garters at the time
He saw me work at cabaret and told
me l was good but not good enough.
I'd known that for years, so he didn't
hurt my feelings. He confessed that
he was tired of working and intended
TO have me make lot of money for
him. but warned me that he had ex-
penslve tastes and I'd have to pay wen
for the privilege. He was right did
But here | am In electric lights on
Broadway while he is exercising
wheeled chair at Atlantic City"
Hes your managerT
Hes that very little thing. He OF.
fered to make me a star II I'd allow him
to hitch his chariot to neon a share
OF the gross. There was one trifiing sac.
rifice I had to make In the nature of
my personal reputation-so he told me.
He began by tying a can to the Agnes
Smith, and handed me 'Adoree Demo
rest instead; then he went to work.
He really did work, too, although II
nearly killed him, and he's never done
anything since. The king fable Is a
Joke on the other side. but New York
swallowed It clear up to the sinker,
and Aubrey gaffed the Palace Garden
management for three years con-
tact. OF course, my advertised sal
ary is phony, just like the rubies and
the wrecked throne and that gilded
bandwagon with the poodles and the
stuffed supers on the box. Aubrey
owns them all except the rubies. which
rhe rents. I'm billed as the most no.
torious woman In America, and the
shred of reputation have left
wouldn't make n necktie for a gnat,
whereas in reality l love marshmal-
lows and tea much more than men
But I'm star, at the head OF my own
company, and playing to sidewalk
prices. Do you think 1t was a good
bargainT'
Lorelei had listened with breathless
interest. Now she burst out impul-
sively:
you poor dear"
Miss Smith smiled, but her eyes
were tragic.
Sometimes cry when think
! about 1t. I-cry good DEAL" said
she. 81 didn't realize until too late
what 1t mednt, but, you see. was
tired of working, tired Of ambition,
and l wanted to come home. Thank
God, / have no people! save all the
money I can, and when get enough
I'm going to take Agnes Smith out
of the moth-balls, dust her Off tenderly,
and go to raising ducks"
"Ducks? What do you mean2"
"What I say. That has always been
my ambition"
why not quit nowr
"Whats the user I'm half way
through the swamp; the mud is as deep
behind as II is In front. But I'm
deathly afraid all the time I'll be
found out--I'd-rather be notorious
than. ridiculous. or course, Aubrey
sees to that"
"Are you fond of him?"
Adoree turned up her nose. Hes
little pink rabbit. I don't like any
man, and I never have There's only
one I'd really care to meet; his name
is Campbell Pope"
'"The critic. He is nice"
''The beast. Did you read what he
said about me? I'll never rest until I
have a lock OF his hair that I've
plucked myself. I'D love to have his
whole scalp-with, say. one ear at
tached-hanging on my bureau where
/ could see 1t every morning when l
wake up. Somehow / don't seem to
mind the press stun that Aubrey puts
out, but Pope-actually believes what
he. wrote. And other people will be-
lieve II, too. I-I-Gosh! I'm going
to cry again"
Lorelel nodded In perfect sympathy;
she did not laugh. II haven't any girl
chum; let's be friends said she.
Adoree had been nibbllng Mt marsh,
mallows as she talked; as she wiped
her eyes now she left smea: of pow
dered sugar on her cheek.
"Pd love to-I'm simply bursting to
confide in somebody-but we couldn't
| go around together"
"Whyf l don't care what people
think"
you can't afford to be reckless.