The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1917-06-15

which took you up rather suddenly.
At the head of the stairway, tilted
back in kitchen chair beneath a
single gas jet whose light he was try
ing to make suffice for the perusal of
a green newspaper, sat a man, under
orders, no doubt, to keep intruders
away. The thing to do was to go
by as if, for such as she, watch
men didn't exist. The rhythmic pound
ing Of feet and the frayed chords
from a worn-out piano. convinced her
she was in the right place.
Her stratagem succeeded. The man
glanced up and, though she felt he
didn't return to his paper again, he
made no attempt to stop her. She
walked steadily ahead to another open
door at the far end Of the room,
through which sounds and light came
in.
Rose paused for a steadying breath
before she went through that farther
door, her eyes starry with resolution,
her cheeks, Just for the moment, lit
tie pale.
LIS was llOL anu hot WIZ
lighted. In the farther wall Of 1t was
proscenium arch and raised stage.
On the stage, right and left, were two
irregular groups of girls, with a few
men, awkwardly, Rose thought, dis
posed among them. ALI were swaying
little to mark the rhythm Of the mu-
sic industriously pounded out by
sweaty young man at the plano-a
swarthy, thick young man in his un-
dershirt. There were a few more
people sprawled in different parts OF
the hall.
1t was all little vague to her at
first, because her attention was TO-
cused upon a single figure-a compact,
rather slender, figure, and tall, Rose
lought-of a man in a blue serge
it, who stood at the exact center of
.e stage and the extreme edge of the
ootlights. He was counting aloud
The bars of the music-nOt beating
time at all, nor yielding to the rhythm
in any way; standing, on the contrary,
rather tensely still. That was the
quality about him, indeed, that riveted
Roses attention and held her, as still
as he was, in the doorway-an ex-
hilarating sort of intensity that had
communicated itself to the swaying
groups on the stage.
You could tell from the way he
counted that something was gathering
itself up, getting ready to happen.
H'Throo F0llT five
Six Seven-NOw! !"
he shouted on the eighth bar, and with
the word one of the groups trans
formed itself. One Of the men bowed
to one of the girls and began Waiting
with her; another couple formed, then
another.
Rose watched breathlessly, hoping
the maneuver wouldn't go wrong-for
no reason in the world but that the
man there at the footlights was so
faulty determined that it shouldn't.
Determination triumphed. The num-
Der was concluded to John Galbraith's
evident satisfaction. "Very good" he
said. "If you'll all do exactly what
YOU did that time from now on, I'll
not complain" Without pause he went
on: Everybody on the stage-big
girls-all the big girls!" And to the
young man at the piano, "We'H do AT
ternoon Tea"
There was momentary pause then,
filed with subdued chatter, while the
| girls and men realigned themselves for
| the new number.
Rose looked them over. The girls
weren't, on an average, extravagantly
beautiful, though, with the added
charm of makeup allowed for, there
were, no doubt many the audiences
| would consider so. They were dressed
in pretty much anything that would
allow perfect freedom to their bodies,
especially their arms and legs; bath
ing suits mostly, or MILDLY blouses and
bloomers. Rose noted this with satis-
faction. Her old university gymna-
sium costume would do perfectly. Any
thing, apparently, would do, because,
as her eye adjusted itself to details,
she discovered romper suits, pima
fores, chemises, overalls-all equally
taken for granted.
Galbraith struck his hands together
| for silence, and scrutinized the now
motionless group on the stage.
"We're one shy" he said. "Who's
missing2' And then answered his own
question: "Grant!' He wheeled
around and his eyes searched the hall.
Rose became aware, for the first
time, that mutter of conversation had
been going on necessarily since she
had come in, in one of the recessed
window seats behind her. Now when
Galbraith's gaze plunged in that d.
rection, she turned and looked too.
A big blonde chorus girl was in there
with a man, a girl who, with twenty
pounds trained off her, and that sulky
look out of her face, would have been
beauty. She had reused herself with
sort of defiant deliberation at the
sound of the directors voice, but she
still had her back to him and went on
| talking to the man.
Grant" said John Galbraith again
and this time his voice had cutting
edge. "Will you take your place On
| the stage, or shall suspend rehearsal
until you're ready"
For answer she turned and began
walking slowly across the room. She
started walking slowly, but under Gal
braith's eye she quickened her pace,
| involuntarily, it seemed, until it was a
| 1udicrous sort of run. Presently she
emerged upon the stage, looking rath-
er artificially unconcerned, and the re-
hearsal went on again.
But just before he gave the signal
to the pianist to 60 ahead, Galbraith
| with a nod summoned q young man
from the wings and said something to
him, whereupon, clearly carrying out
his orders, he vaulted down from the
stage and came walking toward the
doorway where Rose was still stand
ing.
But he didn't come straight to her {:
he brought up before a woman sit
ting in a folding chair a little farther