The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-03-14

her face livid beneath the paint, to
scream great oath after her The
bus driver climbed into his seat and
took up the reins. After moments
indecision the little group on the plat
form turned and trailed off down the
weight of their bags, the men, for the
most part, hurrying on ahead. When
the bus lurched past them the woman
who had screamed the oath after
Blanche LeHaye laughed shrilly and
made a face, like naughty child,
whereupon the others laughed 9lN fall
setto chorus.
A touch Of real color showed in
Blanche LeHaye's flabby cheek. I'll
show 'm," she snarled. ''I'll shown l
amt no dead one yet. That huSsy of
leila Dacre thinkin she can get my
part away from me when l amt
lookin'. | wised she was gettin too
sweet to me the last week or so, the
lyin sneak I'll shown leadiu' lady's
a leadin' lady. Let 'em go to their
hash hotels. I'm goin' to the real inn
in this town just to let EN- know that
l got my dignity to keep up, and that
| don't have to mix in with scum like
that. You see that there?" She point
ed at something in the street. Emma
McChesney turned to look. The cheap
Autographs of the Sam Levin Cracker
jack Bellies company glared at one
from the bill-boards.
That's our paper" explained
Blanche LeHaye. That's me, in the
center of the bunch, with the pink
reins in my hands, drivin' that fourth
hand of Johnnies. Hot stuff! Just
let Dacre try to get it away from me,
that's all. I'll shown"
She sank back into her corner. Her
anger left her with the suddenness
characteristic of her type.
"Ain't this heat fierce?" she fretted,
Now, Emma McChesney was broad
minded woman. The scars that she
had received in her ten years battle
with business reminded her to be ten
der at sight of the wounds of others.
But now, as she studied the woman
huddled there in the corner, she was
conscious of a shuddering disgust of
her-of the soiled blouse, of the cheap
finery, of the sunken places around the
jaw-bone, of the swollen places be-
meath the eyes, of the thin, carmined
lips, of the
Blanche LeHaye opened her eyes
cIddaD1U ond oanpbt tho Iooly nm I'm, N, n
McChesneys face. Caught it, and COM
pretended it. Her eyes narrowed, and
she laughed shortly.
ooh, l dunno" drawled Blanche LIE.
Haye. Il wouldn't COS fairs that, kid.
Say, when | was your age didn't plan
to be no bum burlesquer neither.
was going to be an actress, with a
| farm on Long Island, like the rest of
| 'em. Every real actress has got a
| farm on Long Island, if it's only there
in the mind of the press agent. It's a
kind of a religion with 'em. l was
! goin' to build a house on mine that
was goin' to be a cross between a
California bungalow and the horticul-
tural building at the worlds fair. Say,
l amt the worst, kid. There's others
outside of my smear, understand, that
l wouldn't change places with"
A dozen apologies surged to Emma
McChesneys lips just as the driver
drew up at the curbing outside the
hotel and jumped down to open the
door She found herself hoping that
the hotel clerk would not class her
with her companion.
At II O'Clock that morning Emma
McChesney unlocked her door and
walked down the red-carpeted hotel