The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1917-01-31
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LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE III
CHAPTER Xx-Continued.

~ tHe audience, her back 10 Cne rlgnt
of the proscenium arch; 50 that she
could not, without turning, have no
nced the entrance of Ember and her
husband. A shy, light, deathlessly
youthful figure in pale and flowing
garments that nodded themselves flu
emily to her sweet and girlish body,
in a posture Of pensive meditation:
she was nothing less than adorable.
Whitaker could not take his eyes from
her, for sheer wonder and delight
He was only vaguely conscious that
Max, at length satisfied, barked a word
70 that effect to an unseen electrician
off to the left, and waving his hand
with n gesture indelibly associated
with his personality, dragged a light
cane-seated chair 70 the left of the
proscenium and sat himself down.
Gall ready? he demanded in a sharp
and irritable voice.
The woman on The marble step nod
ded imperceptibly.
"GO ahead" snapped the manager.
An actor advanced from the wings,
paused and addressed the seated
woman. His lines were brief. She
lifted her head with a startled air,
listening. He ceased 10 speak, and
her voice Of golden velvet filled the
fOuDe with the flowing beauty of it's
unfOrgettably sweet modulations. Be
yond the footIights II handful of So
Dhisticated and skeptical habitues Of
the theater forgot for the moment
their ingrained incredulity and thrilled
in sympathy with the wonderful rap
ture of that voice of eternal Youth.
Whitaker himself for the time forgot
that he was the husband Of this wOm-
an and her lover; she moved before
his vision in the guise of some divine
creature, diyinely unattainable, a
dream woman divorced utterly from
any semblance of reSity.
That opening scene was one perhaps
unique in the history of the stage.
Composed by Max In some mad, poet
ical moment of inspired plagiarism, it
not only owned poignant and en-
thralling beauty Of imagery, but it
moved with an almost Grecian certi-
tude, with a significance extraOrdina-
rily direct and devoid of circumlocu-
ton, seeming to lay bare the living
tissue of immortal drama
But with the appearance of other
characters there came a change: the
rare atmosphere of the opening began
to dissipate perceptibly. The action
ClOuded and grew vague. The auditors
began to feel tn tiutterings of uncer-
tainty in the air Something was fail
Ing to cross the footlights. The sweep
ing and assured gesture of the accom-
plished playwright faltered: clumsy
bit of construction was damningly ex-
posed; faults of characterization null
tiplied depressingly. Sara Law her.
self lost an indefinable proportion Of
her rare and provoking charm; the
Strangeness of failing to hold her au-
dience in an ineluctable grasp seemed
ct once to nettle and distress her
Max himself seemed suddenly to wake
TO the amazing fact that there was
something enormously and irremedi-
ablywrong; he began with exasperating
frequency to halt the action, to inter-
rupt scenes with advice and demands
for repetition. He found it impossible
10 be still, to keep his seat or control
his rasping, irritable voice. Subordi-
nate characters on the stage lost their
heads and either forgot to act or
Overacted. And then-intolerable eli
max of sudden somebody in the
orchestra chairs laughed in outright
derision in the middle of a passage
meant TO be tenderly emotional
The voice of Sara Law broke and
fell. She stood trembling and un-
strung. Max, without q word, turned
on his heel and swung out of sight into
the wings. Four other actors on the
stage, aside from Sara Law, hesirated
and drew together in doubt and be-
wilderment. And then, abruptly, with
no warning whatever, the illusion of
gloom in the auditorium and moonlight
in the pOstscenium was rent away by
the glare Of the full complement Of
electric lights installed In the house.
A thought later, while still all were
blinking and gasping with surprise,
Max STROBE into view just behind the
footlights. Hating, he swept the ar
ray of auditors with an ominous and
truculent stare.
So quickly was this startling change
consummated that Whitaker had no
more than time to realize the reap
pearance of the manager before he
caught his wrathful and venomous
glance fixed TO his own bewildered
face. And something In the light that
fickered wildly behind Max's eyes re-
minded him so strongly of s. similar
expression he had remarked in the
eyes of Drummond, the night the lat
ter had been captured by Ember and
Sum Fat. that in alarm he half rose
from his seat.
simultaneously he saw Max spring
toward the box, with a distorted and
snariiRg countenance. He was tug
ging at something In his pocket. 1t
appeared 10 the shape of heavy
pistol.
Instantly Whitaker was caught and
tripped by Emher and sent sprawling
on the floor of the box As this hap
pened. he heard the voice Of the fire.
arm. sharp and vicious-a single re-
port.
Unhurt. ne picked himself up in time
10 catch glimpse of Max, on the
stage, momentariiy helpless in the en-