The Lamar register., 1919-01-01

'He creScehuo hhd reached Its climax
the girl who had carved a career trip
ped daintily out on the stage and
bowed and blew kisses in response 10
the generous applause.
She was feeling especially full of the
artistic spirit this evening; possibly
because she was paying her first pro-
iessional visit to her home state ana
some one from ''up home" might be
an observer of her effort. The audi
cnce was with her from the start. and
anybody who ever had doubted her vo-
cal or terpsichorean ability would have
been forced to amend his opinion upon
her Offering that evening.
Near the close of tile act was when
she always made the big hit" She
did ii by rendering song that she had
stumbled ON by accident In music
store In the West II was not pOpu-
lar song; she had never heard OF II be-
fore. but IL had seemed to fit the one
void in her repertoire. so she had an
neNed it. Shortly after that she got
recognition ON the big time" circuits
and she had been told her landing"
there was due largely TO that one Sc
lection.
The orchestra became silent and the
audience hushcd as she stepped close
To the fo0tlights and waited for dark
mess and the spotlight. Evidently there
was Il misunderstanding ut the switch
board, for there was vexatlous delay
about dnrkening the house. II was only
n moment that she stood waiting but
that moment was enough for her gaze
TO meet that of the trombone player
and that settled 1t,
The lights went out and the spotlight
found her. but she stood in trance.
She opened her mouth. but no sound
came forth-for the simple reason that
every word and note of that very nee
essary song had fled from her brain
when She recognized that face in the
orchestra.
She concentrated with all her Will,
but those eyes in the pit, which she
could not see but could feel piercing
her through and through so dlsconeert-
ed her that she was unable to appre-
hend the elusive words and notes.
Horrors she thought. What If some
one from home were n witness Of her
plight A woman Uttered foolishly and
Il mans guffaw followed.
Sounds like Jeff Sullivan and Kittie
Frickles." she told herself. This is
terriblel -
She shifted her weight from her
right to her left foot. as perspiration
streaked canal through her artificial
She had stood In that one
pose at least n week-so II seemed
when II suddenly dawned on her that
II whisper was floating up from the or
chestrn pit. A husky voice was re-
peating over and over:
Back on the old plantation lives u
negro man."
Maybelle st. Glare suddenly came to
herself. Those were the first words Of
her song. Her mind pounced upon
them and with them the tune. She
smiled and opened her mouth once
more, and her great hit" scored an
other success.
After the show there was little
party In "A nearby cafe. The partici-
pants were Maybelle St Glare and
Philip Warner. ON her bosom she
wore II bouquet OF red roses which he
had sent an usher to get when he re-
celved the note telling him she wished
to see him and thank" him.
As she nibbled chicken sandwich
she remarked casually:
"Do you know, Philip, I've changed
my mind about woman suffrage. /
agree with you that woman's place Is
Ia the home. I've carved my career.
but I'm sick and tired of It all"
He dipped spoon In his coffee and
slipped testify.
I've changed my mind. too" he an
bounced. I'm In favor of giving won-
en- the vote or anything else they
want"
She laughed. hesitated somewhat
and held menu card be-
fore her eyes.
'If that's the case" she said simply.
you'll give me back that ring I re-
turned to you two years ago"
He nearly choked on the hot coffee,
but he managed to swallow 1t. and
reached into vest pocket.
I've always kept 1t with me-" he de-
clared.
In defiance OF curious eyes at near
by tables, she allowed him to reach
across and place the thin gold. dia-
mond-set band on a finger which II