The Carlisle independent., 1918-02-14

eAperlence. III De second Robinson Crusoe."
 " Pears to me-" debated the captain, that you got an awful lot of society for Robinson Crusoe. Seems like I recollect this fellow Crusoe had only one nigger to wait on him."
 His man Friday" interpolated Bopp.
 That's the one. If you don't count the women and the dog there's six hu- man souls on this island"
 That won't make any difference" l came to the rescue Every first class Uncle Toms Cabin show now. adays has two Topsys and two little Evas at least. We'll have one Robin son Crusoe and five Fridays"
 That's a good idea" assented Clair, enthusiastically following up the scheme with details. "I'll get a bell, and whenever want anything I'll ring for you"
 Fine" agreed Bopp, who began to see possibilities in the scheme. wen get you lot of musical bells, so that the ringing won't annoy us any if you keep it up for some time."
 Maybe l could rig up an electric chime" Kent suggested, with an eye to mechanical details of which he alone was master Wed each have to have a number and only answer our own note on the chime. For in- stance, do would call for the gink who was Friday No. 1. That would ho bo oonfoin
 Let me be Friday the thirteenth" Bopp continued, "and Jim, the galley mechanic, can be Black Friday. Kent, you're Good Friday-you get a hot cross bun. What shall l baptize you. Monty? I can't think of any more Fridays"
 Let me be Ash Wednesday. I don't care much for fish anyway"
 By this time we had reached the house.
 Lucille greeted us downstairs in the living room.
 Miss Dunmore is waiting for you"
 I looked around to see whom she was addressing.
 ''I mean you, MT. Blainey."
 "Who is Miss Dunmore?"
 "The lady whose life you saved. Do you mean to say that you didn't rec ognize her with those-things on2'
 T don't know what you mean"
 That's right" said Bopp. "No mat ter what you say we'll all of us agree that it's true We men must stick to- gether. Monty never saw the lady be- fore"
 This was especially despicable on the part of Bopp, as he knew as well as I did that the telegram had been for the other Blaney whom Clair had spo- ken of.
 How about this, then?' inquired Lucille sweetly, handing me damp newspaper clipping. "She had that in her hand all the time."
 looked at it in amazement. It was my own criticism of production of "As You Like It." which had been staged the week before. One para graph was marked with a blue pencil and read as follows:
 The fashionable audience which assem- bled to see Miss Langland as Rosalind was obviously disappointed when the manage ment announced that Miss Langland was indisposed and that her understudy would play the part. Before the first act was over, however, the discriminating ones in front knew that they had been present at the birth of a new star The manage ment need never again offer excuses for presenting Miss Vida Dunmore as Rosa lind. The public had never dreamed that lt1l (.z Miss Dunmore made us see her. Shake speare could never have written the part had he seen Miss Dunmore's figure. He would have known that Rosalind in tights could not for an instant deceive Orlando as to her sex.
 It Is impossible to say more than that the part and the boots have never been more perfectly filled. Miss Dunmore comes from a famous theatrical family, and nei- ther her Cousin Ethel nor her Uncle Jack need fear that the family laurels will fade in Miss Dunmore's possession. Her voice has the soft note of the thrush which seems too sweet to be heard by an en- tire audience.
 I had written ;n a burst of enthusi- asm over a perfect bit of artistry Taken away from the context of the review, however, the paragraph did sound a trihe eulogistic.
 Hadn't you better go up and see herr" urged Lucille "She is conscious now, and she seemed so pleased when I told her you were here. 1 didn't tell her that you were the one who rescued her. I thought she would prefer to hear that from your own lips"
 If I had known as much then as l do now about girl psychology could have read jealousy into every word Lu- cile spoke, and it would have comfort ed me lot. As it was, let her drive me upstairs and into the room occu- pied by Miss Dunmore.
 I entered alone Dressed in one of Lucile's negligees she was propped up in bed. My dramatic criticism was right. She was pretty. There was a veil of charm about her such as one expects to find around a convent bred girl who knows nothing of the world.
 Did you wish to see mel" I asked.
 You are Mir Green?' she hesitated.