Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1916-09-21

why, yes"
II had no idea 1t worked so WELL"
Again Miss Demorest smiled crookedly.
mo wonder you didn't want to go to
the Waldorf with me; l wonder you
consented to come here"
Your advance work Is great
II knew the public swallowed 1t; but
/ supposed the profession knew press
stuff when they saw 1t. I 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 a ticket to England, and /
pulled the airdome stuff that had
scored in Little Rock and Michigan
City, and 1t got by somehow. My
mother was Canuck, SO knew some
French, and eventually reached the
continent. There 1 met the Old Nick.
looks like on the ham cans; but, in
reality he's little, fat, bald man with
a 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 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-
pensive 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 q
wheeled chair at Atlantic City,"
Hes your manager?"
Hes that very little thing. He Of
fered to make me star IL I'd allow him
to hitch his chariot to neon a share
of the gross. There was one trifing sac
rifice I 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 it
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 gated the Palace Garden
| management for three years. con-
tract. OF course, my advertised sal
airy 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
be, rents. I'm billed as the most no
torious woman in America, and the
shred of reputation I have left |
wouldn't make a 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 it. was a. good
bargain?" =. :~y... !.
/. .Lorelei had listened with breathless
Interest. Now she burst out impul-
siVe!y: .~'.. ...... = i
You poor dear" - =
Miss smith. smiled, but her eyes
were traglIe, Z ~. So; *, &.
Sometimes T.. cry ;swhen u, think,
about it, L-crry1 good deais,.. said
I,she. 81. didn't realize until too late
what IT, meant, but, yon:-see,.'I was
tired Of Working. -tirst of .ambidsn, 1
Ishd wanfedste"eoIne home. Thank
God, / have. nospenple! / save all the
money can, and, WREN get efreughfE
I'm going to take Agnes Smith. out
|.pf tbe.moth.balls, dust her off tenderly,
and 60 to raising ducks,
"Ducks?. What do you mean!"
"What I 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 I'll be
found out-1'd-rather be notorious
than ridiculous. !. OF course, Aubrey
sees to, that
care you fond of him?"
Adoree turned up her nose. Hes.
a little pink rabbit, 1. don't like any |
man, and 1 never. have. There's only
one ia really care to meet; his name
as CanapbeilsPape!"i !
..The :crittesa He is pice". =;
"The beast. Did You read what ffe |
said ABOUT spe?. III never rest T6tfi'f
haye : a Jock Of bis hair that. I've
pIucked myself sI1 ]oye to haye, bis
whole 'ssallIps m,; say, ere sat saf..
tached-afiah gfngg on my b1feaG Where
teeould see III zeAAlsB ndtx if siwheh-f
wake ops, seahehow don't seem t84
|smind,fhe .Afses.aesg that aubrey puts
Eaatt hs..Rojis .asctua1!lly believes kat
1e wsotes.& Qthe fsYeopkIMM BEL
|aieye lits to2 s:,r!- IL. s'sshl" f:hk4Eoine
to cry agaif. E<&sa.. n
|. Lorelei nodded In perfect sympathy;
she did noe 6a.A Ugh, .asfxssnF asy aiHd
chum; letssbe 4rientfS.S'. satAEsfas; -: 4;
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ing hatSss ass heatalked; :, fs. che. Eiped
|:hes-eses nowShe left smear of pow
dered sugar on her Sheek1,..: .;~
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