The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1918-12-13

cal or terpsichorean ability would have
been forced to amend his opinion upon
witnessing her onering that evening.
Near the close OF the act was when
she always made the big hit" she
did 1t by rendering song nat she had
stumbled on BY accident In music
store In the West. 1t was not popu-
lar song; ane mad never heard OF II De-
fore, but 1t had seemed to ut the one
void In her repertoire, 80 she had an
nexed 1t. Shortly after that she got
recognition oncfhe '.big time" circuits
and she had been told her Handing"
there was due largely TO that one Sc
lection. 49, - s4Es-f
The orchestra became silent and the
audience hushed as she stepped close
to the foOtlights and waited for dark
ness and the spotlight. Evidently there
was misunderstanding at the switch
board. for there was q yexatiOps delay
about darkening the house. twas only
q moment that she stood waiting, but
that moment was enough for her gaze
to meet that Of the trombone player
and that settled It'll
Thelightsywent out. and the spotlight
found her but she stood IN a trance.
She opened her mouth, but no sound
came forth-for the simple reason that
every word and note at that very NEG
.essary song had fed from her brain
when she recognized that face in the
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She concentrated with all her will.
but those eyes in the pit. which she
could not see but could feel piercing
her through and through SO disconcert-
ed her that she was unable to appre-
bend the elusive words and notes.
Horrors she thought. What IL some
one from home, were witness of her
plight A woman Uttered foolishly and
a mans gufaw followed.
Sounds like JEFF Sullivan and Kittie
Frickles," she told herself. 'This IL
terriSlel"
She shifted her weight from her
right to her left foot, as Precipitation
streaked a canal through her artificial
complexion. She had stood in that one
pose at least q week-so it seemed
when it, suddenly .dawned on her that
a whisper was floating up from the, or
chestra pit. A husky voice was re.
peating over and over:
Back on the old. plantation lives a
white-haired negro man."
Maybelle St. Glare suddenly came to
herself. Those were the first words of
her song. Her mind bounced upon
them and, with. them, the. tune. She
smiled and opened her mouth once
more, and her great hit" scored an.
other success. j
After the show there was a little
party In nearby cafe. The partici.
pants were Maybelle st. Glare and
Philip Warner. On her bosom she
wore a bouquet of red roses which he
had sent an usher to get when he re.
ceived the note telling him she wished
to see. him and ..'thank". him.
As she nibbled a chicken sandwich
she remarked casually:
do you know, Philip, I've changed
my mind about woman suffrage.
.
agree with you that woman's place IL
In the home. I've carved my career
but I'm sick and tired of it ALL"
He dipped a spoon in his coffee and
slipped testify. (.
tive changed my mind. too," he an
nounced. I'm in favor Of giving WON
en- the vote or anything else the1
want" ~ ge. #
=. She laughed, shesitated somewhat
confusedly and held menu card be
fore her eyes.
If that's the case" she said simply
you'll give me back, that ring re
turned TO You two years ago."
He nearly chOked on the hot coffee
Eea acne, INTO = vest poc.eI
We always kept !" WIN me- ne %
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