Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1916-07-28

| ner nnery ana Qonneu Japanese rODe
offering another to Lorelei. A plate
of timber crackers was uneartheC
from somewhere, also the disreputablt
remains of box of marshmalloWs
and these latter Mademoiselle Demo
rest toasted on a 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 that?"
"You probably have better jewels OF
your own" carelessly replied Adoreei
then she voiced very tame and wom-
AMY oath as a marshmallow dripped
into the flames. pickles! l spoiled
that one"
But the cabochon rubies are real"
Sure. So is the square toe who
brings 'em and takes 'em away; 80 Is
the bond that covers 'em. Lordy, but
they are pretty"
''Then the king didn't give them to
you"
my dear, l never saw king -'f
side Of pinochle deck. II l,si u...
Of those rubies the Maiden Lane Shy
lock who owns them would tear
enough curled hair out of his beard to
fill mattress. You never really be-
lieved that king stuff, did you?"
why, yes"
~ had no idea II worked 80 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"
81 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 aird0mes. | 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, 80 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 he's little, fat, bald man with
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-
pensive tastes and I'd have to pay web
for the privilege. He was right; did.
But here am In electric lights on
Broadway while he Is exercising a
wheeled chair at Atlantic City"
ne your udHubeTI
Hes that very little thing. He Of.
fered to make me star II I'd allow him
to hitch his chariot to NEON share
of the gross. There was one trifling 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 1t
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
he rents. I'm billed as the most no.
tOrious woman In America, and the
shred Of reputation have left
wouldn't make nscktie for gnat
whereas In reality 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 good
bargaln?'
Loreei had listened with breathless
interest. Now she burst out impul-
sively:
You poor dear"
Miss Smith smiled, but her eyes
were tragic.
Sometimes I cry when l think
about it. I-cry good DEAL" said
she. 81 didn't realize until too late
what 1t meant, but, you see, l was
tired of working, tired of ambition,
aud wanted to come home. Thank
God, l have no people. save all the
money | can, and when l get enough
I'm going to take Agnes Smith out
of the balls, dust her off tenderly,
and 60 to raising ducks"
Ducks? What do you mean?"
"what l 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 1t Is in front. But Pm
deathly afraid all the time I'll be
found out-I'd-rather be notorious
than ridiculous. OF course, Aubrey
sees to that"
"Are you fond Of him."
Adoree turned up her nose. Hes
O little pink rabbit. | don't like any
man, and | never have. There's only
one I'd really care to meet; his name
Ia Campbell Pope"
"The critic. He is nice"
"The beast Did you read what he
said about me? I'll never rest until |
have 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
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