The Wahpeton times., 1917-11-08
RoMANcINe RONALD
BY ARCHIE c. NEW.


style" complained Charlie Zepp, the
prolific press agent of the Olympia, to
Hazel Dwyer, the "heavy" woman of
the company, as, seated in a box, they
watching the morning rehearsal. Same
Old stuff-day in and day out. Give
me vaudeville any day. Why, there
amt been new stunt pulled of here
for month";"
"sure there is," answered Miss
Dwyer, sweetly, "but 1t takes brains
to find it." She gave him sly look
out of the corner of her eye, and went
on, Ronald Cannoles hardly gets any
time to carry on his lecture work."
Zepp bounded out of his chair and
faced her excitedly.
whats ISL" he demanded, all alert.
Lecture work? Where7 When?
What dye know?"
Miss Dwyer regarded him calmly,
with a twinkle Of amusement in her
eyes.
YOU'RE right nice when you're so.
ber," she told him, and inwardly re-
joiced at his scowl, 80 I'll tip you
off. Old Man Forrest introduced him
to good-looking girl who's teaching ut
u girls school. Then Forrest, with
al eye on the box-ottice, tips her off
that Canno!es only plays juvenile for
the love Of it-that he's u regular bug
OIL ShHkeSpeare-"
Help" interrupted Zepp. "Shake.
speare: Shades OF Braulneister!"
so the girl coaxed him out to the
seminary" continued Miss Dwyer.
"E"nnie gave 'em an earful about Ro-
mto and Juliet and Macbeth, then they
yanked him back to family dinner.
He's due for Hamlet next Friday uft-
erloon."
"Oh, boy!" gurgled Zepp ecstat-
ically. Local interest-intellectual
trcat-heart stuff-all that! Gosh,
what spread-half a column or
more He shut his eyes in u dreamy
perspective for an instant. then grab
bed his hat. "Jes' watch me.
I'm going to romance Ronald up to his
ears"
Forrest was leaving his office the
following Saturday afternoon, when
IN irnte figure, brandishing newspa-
per, loomed up in the doorway.
"Who wrote this?" demanded Rom
ald CannOles, heatedly, in the door
way.
"What?" queried Forrest innocently.
"That!" And Cannoles pointed. 1.-THE
dirty buns. They've ruined me. l."
Here, wait minute till I read it."
admonished Forrest, and he scanned
the offensive article. where's the
kick!' asked Forrest calmly.
The whole things KICK" snapped
Ronald hotly. "Kight where live. See
here, it says, Following his most inter-
esting lecture, Mr.. Cannoles dined ut
the home Of one of the fair members
of the faculty. 1t is runored that an
other alliance has been formed by
Cupid between stage and college, Gu
pid, bah! I'm going to beat Charlie
Zepp to jelly"
"What-for giving you the best
boost ill years? You've got the notori-
ETY.. What DO You care?"
'That's just it," cut in Ronald. II
do care. Confound it, man-I-I like
Miss Walters"
"Oh" whistled Forrest, in amaze
lnent. $50 that's the lay?'
After few minutes Ronald left the
Office and Forrest got busy. He
phoned u nearby restaurant, and
three minutes later he had the cuse
before Charlie Zepp.
Get busy and write your head off.
Put in about Cunnoles being descend
ed from English nobility-you might
slip lord in the family somewhere
only do it up brown. Tell all about
his wonderful college career. Smear
it on thick"
Zepp looked at the other, open.
and incredulous, then ex-
ploded.
"But, hang 1t all. Chief" he de-
"that's all bunk. It'll cost
you advertising rates. That's expen-
sive."
"Hang the expense!' snapped For
rest, impatiently. "I've made q clean
up on him, and he's fine young man.
Go get busy and charge it to me"
"Who's that dame across the way?"
Charlie of Hazel two weeks
later as they again sat in a box at re-
Charlie was pointing to the
opposite box wherein there sat
beautiful young girl whose shining
eyes and smiling, dimpled cheeks fol-
lowed every movement made by Ron
aid Cannoles on the stage.
Hazel followed his gaze, then pinch
ed him and whispered eagerly: "That's
her."
"Her who?" echoed Charlie, blank!y.
1.-THE teacher" she whispered. Can
noles' girl. They've made up. Forrest
brought 'em together. Shes cr,zv
about him. There's your chance, YOU
boob. Rolnance-gobs Of it. Young.
pretty teacher attends stock company
rehearsals regularly. Object, Ela,,'i-
mony. Where's your nrigi.!;lity?"
Buried" answered Charlie, grim
ly. "Never again for this rolnancing
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