The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1917-07-26

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 a cloak and
gone back In chastened spirit to the
world where she belonged.
A gorgeous apparltion 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 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
a Michigan avenue shop. 1t had found
Its proper buyer-fulfilled Its destiny.
"Oh, 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. II
sha'n't need you any more, Grant"
He spoke in a quiet, impersonal sort
Of way, but his voice had, as always,
good deal Of carrying power. "It's
hardly worth your while trying to
work, l 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 l 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 a 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 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 a
step or two because he had already
turned away. "But may / give some
other name than that to Mr.. Quan?"
He frowned q little dubiously 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 it7 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 earl"
"No," said Rose gravely, there's no
one who'll do that"
"very 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 all about
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. She
hadn't done anything so physically ex-
acting as this for over n year. But
she had the illusion that she wasn't
doing anything now; that she was
just passive, plastic thing tossed,
flung, swlrled about by the driving
power of the directors will.
She realized, when the rehearsal was
over, that it had gone well and that 1t
couldn't have gone so IL her own part
had been done badly. But she didn't
understand the look which he sent
after her as she walked off-she didn't
know that 1t was the highest enco-
MUM he was capable Of.