South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-09-05

son; but We shall not need your
services after this week. Your
voice isn't quite up to par lately
Mr.. Tyler. manager of the Elite
Moving Picture theater, paused and
cleared his throat. He was evident
ly sincere in his regret.
Judith Grayson went white. De-
spite the fact that for many sleep
less nights she had feared these very
words, now when they came, hey
were a blow.
oh, I'm sure my voice Will get
strong again, Mr.. Tyler. I'll get a
tonic. I'll get some new clothes
and try TO look and feel better, if
youU let me stay on Her brown
eyes were piteous.
He hesitated a moment, then said
With blunt kindness: at isn't just
your voice, Miss Grayson. Ii isn't
only that YOU lack vim and ginger
i'm your singing; it's well-because
J you were made for better things
than this. You're a real little lady.
and admire YOU for not standing
for any freshuess-and all that: but
your way isn't the sort that helps
draw "a moyin' picture show" Then
abruptly he asked. Have you cot
any folks?
'One married brother
Where does he live
In Glendale"
Country town. Ell 20
Yes"
You came from there, too"
Yes, five years ago
you came away with blare Of
trumpets. so 10 speak. didn't you
came TO make your fortune in grand
opera. eh@"
! She smiled wryly and nodded, but
tears were near the surface.
You've paid over your money to
high priced music teachers who al
lowed YOU 10 do a little recital work
as long as your money held out
Then you held small choir positions,
and did chorus work and sang in
vaudeville. and knocked around
from one cheap lodgin' house TO an
other, and ate at all sorts Of
places"
Again she nodded and tried to
laugh, but ended in a sob. and in
spite Of her struggle TO control her
self, more tears and sobs followed.
There now. grille, don't cry" Mr..
Tyler patted her shoulder with bluff
lindliness. There's nothing unusu-
al about your story. The woods are
fun of young singers with similar
ones-more's the pity, And as I
said before. the thing for you 10 do
is 10 pack UP and 90 back 10 your
country town, where you can rest
and get some good home cookin'.'
Judith thought owe these words
as she rode home on the crowded
car and YEARLY climbed the three
flights of stairs 10 the small back
bedroom she called home. She did
not light the gas. but sat down by
the window and looked out at the
city which had brought her such
keen disappointment. The brilliant
lights now seemed 10 her like
spangles of illusion.
shall I use what money I've
saved TO tide me over till I get some
thing else 10 do: or. as Mr.. Tyler ad-
vised-go home?" Thoughts OF
home reminded her OF I'd Moberly.
Even in their school days. he had
lavished his love on her. and used
10 remind her OF a bis. faithful 81
Bernard dog. she had not seer him
for five years. nor heard from him
I'M three.
At last, numbed with cold. Judith
Crept into bed. but IL was not until
nearly morning when she fell asleep.
II was late when she awoke and her
plans for the future we're still IN
made. When she went down stairs
her landlady was in the hall. and
Judith gave her the money she owed
her for a weeks rent.
Il shall not need the Don after
this-for I'm going home today.
Her voice sounded queer and shaky
as she said il. fer the words seemed
20 come without her volition, and
[ surprised herself as much as her
landlady.
Now that the decision Was made.
Judith felt almost light-hesrted.
able breakfast. she few upstairs
able breakfast. she flew upstsires
and began To pack her trunk. There
wasn't much 70 20 in it bat music
books. Each sheet brought a hsart