The Arvada enterprise., 1917-02-01

81 had no idea 1t worked SO we'll"
Again Miss Demorest smiled crookedly.
NO 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 1t. sang and
danced for ten years in this country
and never got better time than the
schuctzen parks and airdomes. was
Agnes Smith then. Somehow I got the
price Of ticket to England, and l
pulled the airdome stun that had
scored in Little Rock and Michigan
| City, and 1t got by somehow. My
mother was a Canuck, so | knew some
| French, and eventually l reached the
continent. There I met the Old Nick.
| You may think the devil Is what he
looks like on me ham cans; but, In
reality he's n 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.
|
| me l was good, but not good enough.
| I'd known that for years, so he didn't
hurt my feelings. He confessed that
Ire was tired OF working and intended
to have me make lot Of money for
him, but warned me that he had ex-
pcnsive tastes and I'd have to pay well
for the privilege. He was right: did.
M In ntn rtrln 1yht
Broadway while he is exercising u
wheeled chair at Atlantic City"
Hes your manager?"
Hes that very little thing. He OF.
fered to make me n star II I'd allow him
to hitch his chariot to neon n 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 It
nearly killed him, and he's never done
anything since. The king fable Is n
Joke on the other side. but New York
swallowed 1t clear up to the sinker,
and Aubrey gated the Palace Garden
management for three years con
tract. 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
stuncd supers on the box. Aubrey
owns them all except the rubies. which
he rents. I'm billed as the most no.
| torlous woman In America. and the
shred OF reputation have left
wouldn't make n necktic for gnat.
whereas in reality | love marshmal-
| lows and tea much more than men
| But I'm n star, at the head OF my own
company. and playing to sidewalk
prices. DO you think 1t was n good
| bargalnT'
Lorclcl had listened with brcathlcss
interest Now she burst out impuA
sivcly:
You poor dear"
Miss Smith smiled, but her c-es
We're tragic.
Sometimes I cry when think
about It, I-cry good deal" said
she. Il didn't realize until too late
what It meant. but, you see. was
tired OF working, tired cf ambition,
mud ! wanted to come home. Thank
God. have no people. save all the
money can. and when get enough
| I'm going 10 take Agnes Smith out
of the moth balls. dust her OF tcnderly,
and go 20 raising ducks"
"Ducks2 What do you mcau?"
"What | say. That has always been
my ambition"
WAY not quit nowf
whats the use? I'm half way
| through the swamp; the mud Is as deep
| behind MS II * In front. But I'm
| dcathly afraid all the time I'll be
| found ont ut-l'd-rnthcr be notorious
than ridiculous. or course, Aubrey
| secs TO that"
Are you fond OF him."
Alorco turned up her nose. Hes
a little pink rabbit | don't like any
man, and never have. There's only
one I'll really care TO meet; his name
Is Campbell Pope"
"Thr critic, lie IL nice"
I N' I'AHlT l'll N'u l'AN ~ hNh Nv
said about me? III never rest until |
have lock Of his hair that I've
rluckcd myself Ia love 10 have his
whole sclIp-wlth say, one cnr at.
tachcd hanging on my bureau where
could see II every morning when |
wake up. somehow don't seem TO
mind the press stun that Aubrey puts
out. but ropc-actua'ly believes what
he wrote And other people will be.
licyc It. too, l-l-Gosh! I'm going
TO cry again"
Lorclcl nodded In perfect sympathy
she did not laugh. II haven't any girl
chum. let's hc friends" said she
Ahorcc had been nibblIng Mt marsh.
mnllows NJ she talked; ~ she wiped
her eyes now she left smear OF pow.
dcrci sugar on her check.
"i'd love tc-l'm simply bursting 10
confic In snmcbody-hut we couldn't
go around together"
"why7 don't care what people
think"