The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1918-02-28

We've been rehcarsing this piece
W weeks" he said presently, looking
away from her when he began 10 talk,
and l couldn't take anyone into the
chorus now whom I'd have to teach
the rudiments Of dancing to. That's
why d test was necessary. Also, l
couldn't take anybody who had come
down here-for Il lark"
With that, Rose understood the
whole thing. John Galbralth had clas-
sified her, or thought he had, as {.
well-bred young girl who, In Il moment
Of piQue or mischief. had decided 1t
would be fun to go oil 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 a cloak and
gone hack In n chastened spirit to the
world where she belonged.
A gorgeous apparition came sweep
Ing by them just now, on n line from
the dressing room to the door-a fig
ure that, with regal elaboration, was
closing q blue ~broadcloth coat, trimmed
with sable, owe an authentic Callot
frock. The georgette hat IN top Of
It was n that Rose had last seer in
a Michigan avenue shop. 1t had found
It's proper buycr-fultllcd Its destiny.
"Oh, Grant," said John Galbraith.
The Queenly creature stopped short
and Rose recognized her with q 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,
n good deal Of carrying power. cts
hardly worth your while trying to
work, l suppose, when you're as pros
porous as this. And 1t isn't worth my
while to have you soldering. You
needn't report agail."
He nodded, not unamiably, and
turned away. She glared after him
and called out in II hoarSc, 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 ovcr 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 II green recruit who will. The
next rehearsal Is ut u quarter to eight
tonight. Give your name and address
to Mr.. Guam before you go. by the
way, what Is your namef'
Rose Stanton" she said. "But
|. . :" She had to follow him n
| step or two because he had already
turned away. But may / give some
other name than that to Mr.. GUAM"
He frowned a little obviously and
asked her how Old she was. And
he didn't look altogether treasured.
That's the truth. Is 1t? 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 carr"
NO." said Rose ~gravely. there's no
n who'll do that"
VERY 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 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. Shed even forgotten her reso-
luton not to let John Galbraith re-
member she was u recruit.
She didn't know she was tired, pant.
Ing, wet all 'ver with sweat. She
hadn't done anything so physically ex-
acting AS this for over a year. But
she had the illusion that she wasn't
doing anything now; that she was
just a passive, plastic thing tossed.
flung, swirled about by the driving
power Of the directors will.
She realized, when the rehearsal was
over, that II had gone well and that 1t
couldn't have gone so II her own part
had been done badly. But she didn't
understand the look which he sent
after her as she walked on--she didn't