Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1916-08-24

and these latter Matlemoselle Demo-
rest toasted on hatpin.
you're the most extraordinary per-
SON" her guest at length remarked.
Aren't you going to show me your
jewels or--anything like tllat?'
You probably have better jewels Of
your own carelessly replied Adoree;
then she voiced very tame and wOln-
anly oath as II marshmaAow dripped
into the flames. pickles! spoiled
! that one"
But the cabochon rubies are real"
''Sure. SO Is the square toe who
brings 'em aud takes 'em away: so is
the bond that covers 'em. I.ordy, but
they are pretty"
''rhen the king didn't give them to
you:'
"My dear. never saw a king-out.
side of pinOche deck. If lost one
OF those rubies the Maiden Lane Shy
lock who owns them would tear
enough cllrled hair out of his beard to
fill mattress. You never really be-
leved that king stuff did you:'
why. yes.
81 had no idea it worked so we'll"
Again Miss Demorest SMILED crookedly.
No wonder You didn't want to so to
the Waldorf With ME: ! wonder you
consented to come here"
"Your advance work Is great"
Il knew the public swallowed 1t: but
supposed the profession knew press
stuff when they saw it, sang and
danced for. ten years in this country
and never got better time than the
schuetZen parks and airdomeS. | was
Agnes Smith then. Somehow got the
price OF u ticket to England and |
pulled the airlome stuff that had
City. and it got by somehow. My
mother was a Canuck. so knew some
French. and eventually | reached the
continent. There met the Old Nick
You may think the devil Is what he
looks like OH the ham cans: but in
reality he's little. fat. bald man with
tenor voice. and he eats cloves. His
name Is Aubrey Lane He was in
Paris selling patent carriers ut the time.
He saw me work at Il cabaret and told
Inc 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 Il lot of money for
him. hut aarned me that he had ex.
pensive tastes and iii have to pay Well
for the privilege. He was right: did.
But here | ann in electric lights on
Broadway while he is exercising a
wheeled chair ut Atlantic City"
He's your manager?'
Hes that very little thing. He Of.
fered to make me Il star il I'd allow him
to hitch his chariot to neon a share
of the gross. There was one tritiing sac.
rifce had to make in the nature OF
my personal reputation-so he told me
He began by tying 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 OH the other side. but New York
:
and Aubrey gaffed the Palace Garden
management for Il three wears con.
tract. or course my advertised sal
AIRY is pllony. just like the rubies and
the wrecked throne and that gilde,l
bandwagon with the poodles and the
stuffed snpers on the box. Aubrey
owns them all except the rubies. which
II an,
torious woman in America. and the
shred OF reputation have left
wouldn't make nccktip for Il gnat,
whereas in reality 1 love narshmal.
lows and tea much more than men.
But I'm star. ut the head OF my own
company. and playing to sidewalk
prices. DO you think it was good
burgain?'
Iorelei had listened with breathless
interest Now she burst out impul-
sivcly:
'.Yoli poor dear"
Miss Smith smiled, but her eyes
We're tragic.
Sometimes l cry when l think
about 1t. I-cry a good deal" said
she. II didn't realize until too late
what it meant. but you see. was
tired of working. tired of ambition,
and wanted to come home. Thank
God. ! have no people! save all the
money ! can. and when | get enough
I'm going to take Agnes Smith ont
of the moth balls dust her off tenderly,
and go to raising ducks"
Ducks: What do you mean?"
What say. That has always been
my ambition
''Whv not quit now?'
whats the use? I'm half way
through the swamp: the mud is as deep
behind as it is in front But I'm
deathly afraid all the time III he
found out---l'd--rather he notorious
than ridiculous OF course Aubrey
sees to that"
Are you fond of him?"
.Adoree turned mp her nose. Hes
little pink rabbit. don't like amy
man. and never have. There's only
one I'd really care to meet; his name
IS Campbell Pope
THE critic. He is NICE
1.-The beast. Did you read what he
said about me? III never rest until
have II loci; Of his hair that I've
phicked myself. I'd love to have his
whole Scalp with. say. one ear at,
tnthed hanging on my bureau where
could see 1t every morning when |
wake up. Somehow don't seem to
mind the press stuff that Aubrey puts