The Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1918-1919, 1919-04-17
CHAPTER X-Continued,

CHAPTER x-continued.
Mss Kemble went forward to
Daphne and took her hand and petted
St and said: I'm so glad to see you.
You must meet my aunt, Mrs. Vining.
She won't object to your playing her
aarts, I'm sure"
Mrs. Winning, who had played all
manner of roles for half century,
and was now established as a famous
.slayer Of hateful old grandes DANES.
spared Daphne her ready vinegar and
chose to mother her.
Mr.. Reben had come down from his
nsfice to make up his own mind. He
SMILED with kind of challenging cor
sfiatity and murlnured: $50 our little
business woman is going to open the
shop. Well, all you've got to do is
so deliver the goods and I'll buy 'em
at your own price,"
Patterson raped on the kitchen
stage under a naked bunch of light
at giaring brilliance.
"Places, please. for the entrance.
steady? All right EldOn!"
The noble matinee idol put his hat
an the table, walked on, sat down on
q dlvan composed Of two broken
chairs and read an imaginary news
aaper.
Patterson said: "Doorbell! Buzz-z."
A well-dressed young man, whom
Daphne recognized as the elderly but
ter walked across and opened an
Imaginary door between two chairs.
Fhis was the cue for Miss kemble's
easnous "How do you do?"
Everybody waited and watched for
she newcomer to make her debut in
the new world. Then was silence.
she floor and tongue glued to the roof
OF her mouth.
"Ail right, Miss Kip" said Patterson
with ominous patience. "Come on,
sume on, pleased"
Another silence, then Daphne
laughed and choked. 'Im awfully stu
Did I've forgotten the line"
Patterson CRASHED his unlighted CT
gar and growled: "Howjado! How
Iadoi"
'Oh, yes! Thank you. I'm so
soFry!" said Daphne, and walked on
at the wrong side of the chairs.
Everybody shuddered to realize that
she had entered through a solid wall
Etlis miracle was ignored, but there
's0as no ignoring the peculiarly inclo-
auent note she struck when she bowed
go the butler and stamlnered
.fIow are your
A sigh went through the vast pro-
found and void of the empty theater.
instinct told even the echoes that
Daphne did not belong and never could
Belong. Patterson groaned, tragically
"Not to the butler, please! Don't
cay How are you" to the butler.
DON'T say How are you? to anybody,
please. Script says 'HowjadoT Say
1HOwjado| to Mr.. Eldon there. Say
'AoWjado' to Mr.. Eldon there
How 90 you de?" said Daphne,
snssS5ng to Eldon and speaking with a
soussessness of squeezed doll.
Ellon rose, folded up his imaginary
paper, and came forward with pity
>Sng desire to help her. He hoped that
the scared little Kip woman would win
Through the same bitter trials to the
sazse perilous and always endangered
success. But he had fear.
He delivered her his line with be-
oevoient gentleness. He waited, then
gave her her line with exquisite tact
She did not repeat it after him. He
said to her:
Don't be afraid; you're all right. y
He gave her the line again and she
.sarroted it after him. She leaped
then to e speech several minutes far
her on. He drew her back to the cue
pardon me, but think have a line
before that"
The rehearsal Numbered on. It was
lot Daphne's fright that disturbed
the rest. It was her complete failure
10 suggest the character. or any char.
Acter.
But Patterson found nothing to
amuse him, esd Reben tasted tina,
DUST anu ashes of disappointment,
With which theatrical managers are
I'd familiar when they bite on the
Dead sea fruit OF beauty without ORA
tie Tn liant