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point OF view, unnecessarily cruel. Inc
girl he had taken her for would, on be
ing ordered to repeat the grotesque bit
of vulgarity of his, have drawn hel
dignity about her like a cloak an(
gone back in a chastened spirit to the
world where she belonged.
A gorgeous apparition came sweep
ing by them just now, on line from
the dressing room to the door-a fig.
ure that, with regal deliberation, was
closing a blue broadcloth coat, trimmed
with sable, over an authentic Callot
frock. The georgette hat on top OF
it was one that Rose had last seen in
q Michigan avenue shop. It had found
its proper buyer-fulfilled its destiny.
"Oh, Grant !" said John Galbraith.
The queenly creature stopped short
and Rose recognized her with a jump
as the sulky chorus girl.
Galbraith walked over to her. 81
sha'n't need you any more, Grant
He spoke in a quiet, impersonal sort
of way, but his voice had, as always,
a good deal of carrying power. Its
hardly worth your while trying to
work, 7 suppose, when you're as pros
porous as this. And it isn't worth my
while to have you soldering. You
needn't report again"
He nodded, not unamiably, and
turned away. She glared after him
and called out in a hoarse, throaty
voice, Thank my stars don't have to
work for you"
He'd come back to Rose again by
this time, and she saw him smile.
"When you do it," he said over his
shoulder, thank them for me too
Then to Rose: ''She's valuable girl ;
I'm giving you her place because she
won't get down to business. I'd rather
have a green recruit who will. The
next rehearsal is at a quarter to eight
tonight. Give your name and address
to Mr.. Quan before you go. By the
way, what is your name?"
"Rose Stanton" she said. ''But
:" She had to follow him q
step or two because he had already
turned away. But may 1 give some
other name than that to Mr.. Quan?''
He frowned a little obviously and
asked her how old she was. And
even when she told him twenty-five,
he didn't look altogether reassured.
That's the truth, is it? 1 mean
there's nobody who can come down
here about three days before we open
and call me a kidnaper, and lead
you away by the ear?"
NO" said Rose gravely, there's nc
one who'll do that"
every WELL" he said. "Tell Quan
any name you like"
The name she did tell him was Doris
Dane.
At the appointed time for rehearsal
she was on hand. She was one of the
first of the chorus to reach the hall
and she had nearly finished putting OF
her working clothes before the rest ol
them came pelting in. But she didn't
get out quickly enough to miss the sen
satiOn that was exciting them all-the
news that Grant had been dropped. A
few were indignant; the rest merely
curious.
Before she had been working ffteer
minutes, she had forgotten all abou
Grant She'd even forgotten her resO
luton not to let John Galbraith re
member she was a recruit.
She didn't know she was tired, pant
ing, wet all over with sweat. Sht
hadn't done anything so physically eN
acting as this for over year. Bu
she had the illusion that she wasn'
doing anything now; that she wa:
just a passive, plastic thing tossed
flung, swirled about by the driving
power of the directors will.
She realized, when the rehearsal wa!
over, that it had gone well and that i
couldn't have gone so if her own par
| had been done badly. But she didn'
understand the look which he sen
after her as she walked off-she didn'
know that it was the highest enco
MUM he was capable of.