The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1919-02-27
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Miss Kemble went forward to
Daphne and took her hand and petted
1t and said: 'Tm so glad to e you.
You must meet my aunt, Mrs. Vining.
She wont object to your playing her
parts, I'm sure"
Mrs. vining, who had played all
manner Of roles for half q century,
and was now established as a famous
player of hateful old grandes danes,
spared Daphne her ready vinegar and
chose to mother her.
Mr.. Reben had come down from his
office to make up his own mind. He
smiled with q kind Of challenging cor
-diality and murmured: $50 our little
business woman is going to open the
shop. Well, all you've got to do is
to deliver the goods and I'll buy 'em
=at yonr WI price"
Patterson raped on the kitchen
table that stood on the apron Of the
stage under q naked bunch Of light
OF glaring brilliance.
'Places, please. for the entrance.
Ready? All right, Eldonl"
The noble matinee idol put his that
-on the table, walked on, sat down on
a divan composed Of two broken
chairs and read an imaginary news
paper.
Patterson said: "Doorbelll Buzz-z.'
A well-dressed young man, whom
Daphne recognized as the elderly but
7er. walked across and opened an
Imaginary door between two chairs.
This was the cue for Miss Kemble's
famous "How do you dot"
Everybody waited and watched for
the newcomer to make her, debut in
! the new world. Then was a silence.
Daphne stood with heels screwed to
the floor and tongue glued to the roof
Nof her mouth. 81
~Al right, Miss Kip" said Patterson
with ominous patience. "Come on,
come on, please! I"
Another silence, theh Daphne
laughed and choked. sI'mhwfully stu
pt0. I've forgotten the line"
Patterson CRASHED his unlighted CT
gas and growled: "Howjadol How
jado ~
~Oh. yes! Thank you. I'm SO
SORRY u said Daphne, and walked on
mt the wrong side Of the chairs.
Everybody shuddered to realize that
sire had entered through a solid wall.
This miracle was ignored, but there
was no ignoring the peculiarly inelo-
~quAnt note she struck when she bowed
TO the butler and stammered:
allow are your
a sigh went through the vast pro
-fosnd and void Of the empty theater.
-lnstinct told even the, echoes that
Daphne did not belong and never could
belong. Patterson groaned, tragically
shot to the butler, pleased Don't
say How are your to the butler
!. Don't say How are your to anybody
please. Script says sHowjadof Say
~Howjado3' to Mr.. Eldon there. Say
sHoWjadO' to MI. Eldon there"
How DO you do7'' said Daphne
showing to Mdon and speaking with .
s~soullessness of ! squeezed doll.
Eldon. J folded up his imaginary
paper, and came forward with 4 pity,
.ing desire to help her. He hoped that
1.-THE scared little Kip woman would VIII
through the same bitter trials to TIKI
same perilous and always endangered
success. But he had q fear.
He delivered her his line with be
sneyolent g~entleness. He waited. Their
gave her her line with exquisite tact
She did not repeat It after him. Ht
ssaid to her:
ssDon't be afraid; you're al right
Ha gave her the line again and shl
-p6rrOted It after him. She leapel
then to 4 speech several minutes far
thef on. He drew her back tO the cue
Pardon me, butt think ! have = I'M
-before that
the rehearsal blunderetd on. Il WI
not Daphne's fright that disturbel
.the rest. II was her cbnpflete failur.
~ suggest the character Orsany chr
-Acter.
But Batterson found nothink 8
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