Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1917-08-30

"We've been rehearsing this piece
two weeks" he said presently, looking
away from her when he began to talk,
"and I couldn't take anyone into the
chorus now whom I'd have to teach
the rudiments of dancing to. That's
why a test was necessary. Also, I
couldn't take anybody who had come
down here-for a lark
With that, Rose understood the
whole thing. John Galbraith had clas-
sified her, or thought he had, as q
well-bred young girl who, in a moment
Of pique or mischief, had decided it
would be fun to go on the stage. The
test he had applied wasn't, from that
point of view. unnecessarily cruel. The
girl he had taken her for would, on be-
ing ordered to repeat the grotesque bit
Of vulgarity Of his, have drawn her
dignity about her like cloak and
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 elaboration, was
closing a blue broadcloth coat, trimmed
with sable, over an authentic Callot
frock. The georgette hat on top of
1t was one that Rose had last seen in
Michigan avenue shop. It had found
its proper buyer-fulfilled its destiny.
ooh, Grant," said John Galbraith.
The queenly creature stopped short
and Rose recognized her with jump
as the sulky chorus girl.
Galbraith walked over to her. 81
sha'n't need you any more, Grant"
+, He spoke in quiet, impersonal sort
of way, but his voice had, as always.
a good deal of carrying power. "It's
hardly worth your while trying to
work. I 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 hoarse, throaty
voice, ''Thank my stars I 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 q valuable girl {;
I'm giving you her place because she
won't get down to business. I'd rather
have green recruit who will. The
next rehearsal is at quarter to eight
tonight. Give your name and address
to Mr.. Guam before you 60. By the
way, what is your name?"
Rose Stanton" she said. "But
|. :" She had to follow him a
step or two because he had already
turned away. But may I give some
other name than that to Mr.. Quan?''
He frowned 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? I mean,
there's nobody who can come down
here about three days before we open
and call me kidnaper. and lead
you away by the carr"
"No," said Rose gravely, there's no
one who'll do that"
Every WE'LL" 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 on
her working clothes before the rest of
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 fifteen
minutes, she had forgotten oil about
Grant. Shed even forgotten her reso
luton not to>let John Galbraith re
member she was q recruit.
She didn't know she was tired, pant
ing. wet all over with sweat. Sh.
: hadn't done anything SO physically ex
D acting as this for over year. Blu,
she had the illusion that she wasn'1
! doing anything now;. that she wa,
just q passive, plastic thing tossed
: flung, swirled about by the driving
= power Of the directors will.
: She realized, when the rehearsal wa,
!, over, that 1t had gone we'll and that 1
o couldn't have gone so IL her own par
= had been done badly. But she didn'
t understand the look which he sen
after her - she walked o6-ahe didn'