Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-12-20

thought he, she was trying to hide
her infamy from him.
'Oh, nothing" he growled in whis-
per. and then they tripped on the
stage.
But the strain and the heat had
taken their toll of her slender
strength. and several times she nearly
tripped him as they whirled around
the stage He was horror-struck She
must be intoxicated. And then. as
they bowed themselves off the jeers
of several in the audience smote on
his ears. He hurried toward his
dressing ROOM
Bart" she cried after him, aren't
you going to take an encore"
with your" he growled over his
shoulder as he FASTENED on. Never!
I'm through y
AS he disappeared in the back of
the stage she gave a little cry and
ran after him. Timidly she opened
the door of dressing room B and then
started back, for a woman's hat and
clothes met her eyes and struck her
with horror
$50 that's why?" she gasped to her
self, Tim going-home.
An hour later, as Bart Fendall dis
consoately passed the parlor in the
Garden clearinghouse, he heard two
loud voices, and then at what he
heard he stood transfxed.
9Th poor simp," one was saying,
and he recognized the voice as Flo
Darrett's. 9TH idea of country
Jane comm up here an grabbin' all
tn favors. An then cryin' about it
in tn bargain. She's talkin' about
quittin'-goin' home tonight"
"Y' can't please some people," came
the indignant answer. 9Th lucky stiff's
Grabbed jes' cause you shot your
cigarette stump in her room. an now
she's yelpin' cause she got some
liquor on her hat. Why, / seen tn
time when I'd "a been tickled stiff t
get Whit o. tn joy-water."
Guess she's a prohibition pill"
agreed the other, matter-of-factly,
How'd she grab Bart Fendall, / Won
der? 1t gets me how these guys III
fall fer a baby-doll milkmaid."
Bart had heard enough. With four
bounds he cleared the steps to the sec
ond floor and flung himself into q
room at the end of the hall. A tired,
disheveled little girl with moist eyes
and dropping figure turned in surprise
to meet him.
"Jean, I'm so sorry" he gasped
brokenly 81 didn't know, T."
She drew back stiffly, but her eyes
had hurt look.
Don't apologize-Bart," she an
| swered in low tone. Il suppose
you like her. IL don't blame you.
I-Tm such a-frump."
Like herr" echoed Bart, puzzled.
"a frump-you? Never! You're the
sweetest, darlingest girl in North
America, Europe, Asia, At"
"Don't-Bart," she protested, as he
| leaned toward her eagerly. II know
| all. II can't blame you. Mabels an
awfully pretty girl-a-"
whats all this?" he queried, daZ-
eddy. mabel? Mabel who?"
Il SAVIOR myself" she asserted
quietly. ''I-I was looking for you in
B, and, l saw her things. Then l de-
cided to go hOme-back to Salisbury"
Bart stared at her dumbly, then his
vision cleared and, leaping toward her,
he drew her into his arms, despite her
weak resistance, and laughed aloud.
"You saw her in B?" he guffawed,
shaking with laughter. "Oh-oh."
! Then he grew serious. "Why, you lit
tie dear they changed dressing rooms
on me tonight. l gave mine up will
| ingly, as I'm going to take a vaca-
| tion II thought I'd work a couple
| of weeks later-to get little honey
moon fund-fOr you and me. Err
| got fooled on stump and you got
stumped on a fool. Why. Mabel can't
hold a candle to yOu-yOu little
| darling. So let's both quit being fools
and take to tn Stumps-th' old moss
grown stumps down by tn cool Chop
tank-just you and leone on-will
yuh?"
And the answer she dreamily whiS-
pered partially accounts for the Dane
ing Darretts' present occupancy of the
room over the alley, with window
through which to shoot their stumps.